a smell of loneliness

I remember her smile, barely
something alive on her face.
the air, clean, dissected; made
to last a lifetime she was
never able to live.

the thinness of her bones,
how they softly spoke,
when she sat all day
hanging on a line to breathe
in.

have a smell of loneliness:
the garden by the porch,
the empty chair, the vase
with fresh water
where the yellow roses wilt.

where the yellow roses wilt
with fresh water,
the empty chair, the vase,
the garden by the porch,
have a smell of loneliness.

in
hanging on a line to breathe
when she sat all day,
how they softly spoke,
the thinness of her bones.

never able to live,
to last a lifetime. she was
the air, clean, dissected, made.
something alive on her face.
I remember her smile, barely.