A wrecked life - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Lonely Woman in Despair

A short span of happiness.
I reach out and touch a memory—
a glimpse from another time
of a life that might once have been.

Wrapped in a cocoon, I never
saw the pain in your voice or
the shadows dancing in your eyes.

In despair you gathered
all from a life I wrecked
then vanished into the arms
of a sad December night.

Now, mauled by regrets,
I wait to hear your footsteps outside
and your voice knocking on my door.