Final Sleep

She sits
alone
unloved
beneath the apple tree.
A witch
used to scare small children
teens too
some parents as well
fear what they do not see.
No one ever thought
that she might want to have a friend
that her story might be one 
all should hear.
Year after year
she waits
mournful expression
on her face.
As trucks roll by
she lifts her head
hoping to see…..
the boy she use to love.
Romeo and Juliet
their families did feud
they knew that they were different
they could bridge the divide.
Bride and groom
they never did become
for he disappeared into the night
leaving her
with broken heart
empty tears
promises that became lies
so one always said.
Time
tick tocked
rapidly forward
leaving the past behind
still she waited.
When last she did not return to her tree
neighbors finally went ’round.
Found she was
bridal gown
veil
yellowed satin
skeleton
wrapped in her arms
as finally
they both do sleep.
December 14/18
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