In That April Shadow

She lives alone in a rented pigeonhole with a lone window forbidden from sky her skins now a parched scroll in her eyes no more sparks' fly! In that april shadow as she stood at the stair she looked an absurd ghost from faraway time the world moved on but little did she care rested her beauty cocooned sublime! From across years looked her ethereal face as if she knew the question haunting me enough to shatter her fragile happiness why you never did marry! Perhaps I had my fill in that first moon crush when my caged heart was dreaming to be free pierced her words the evening hush one love was enough for me.