The Widow

wind cracking the window pane,

alone inside, the widower

staring back, her reflection

darkened the night outside her window

howling gusts bring forth a shiver

a single light flickers,

that of her own

blazed, enlightened

day and night

she is frightened

the rage of which she rid of

dwindled down,

the embers exist

burning still the pain

what once there was,

still there to scold her

abandoned, abused

hands blood stained…

his spirit taunts her