We walked

Then

She walked

Alone

Patterns

Stepping

Walking

Away from me

Skirt flapping in the wind

Half myself

Gone by

.

Now

An old woman

Grey hair

Tied at my neck

Monotone clothes

Faded

As withered hand

Brushes the sepia

Of old pictures

.

Out of that photo

Of me

In the valley

With the wind

Flapping my skirt

She

Rises out

That second half

Of my life

That has yet

To live

.

She who left me

In that day

Has returned

Giving me the youth

To get up

Out of the monotone

To live again

As that happy girl

In the valley

So long ago