Is there any sadder symbol than simple glasses in their frames?
Sitting patiently alone collecting dust where they remain.
In some old forgotten parlor as they pass away the days,
countless hours without ending as the yawning daylight fades.
The owner long departed, on that long black midnight train.
A one-way ticket journey… it still hurts to speak her name.
So, silently they wait for her with composure and restrain.
Vestiges of a life well lived abandoned all the same.
by D. Ryan Lafferty
Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty 