Lost in an oversized raincoat, she sits outside the library;
an old book, out of print in a dog eared dust cover.
Through thick prescription glass, puddles ripple
with memories leaking in the autumn rain,
spreading as oil dripping from a rusty sump;
time worn colours swirling away in a wet breeze.
Jaw set, head tilted, she tries to stem the flow,
but the past slips and she drifts beyond the familiar.
Untethered thoughts escape, leaving the emptiness
of shelves where once a life’s collection had been,
and while damp pages are ripped from random chapters,
a life story is pulped on a Tuesday afternoon.
Picture credit: Marie-Lan Nguyen (wikicommons)