Moving on

She paced from room to room as if she was searching for a forgotten promise with that faraway look upon her face.
A hidden tear formed in those misty grey eyes as she looked through all those dusty books in the attic. Maybe the answer was there entombed in some great-unsolved mystery.
Could it be in the cellar, like unspoken words ready to be rediscovered.
A voice called her sweetly, as she swept her flaxen hair away from her face,like a veil of deep sorrow.Baby is that you she whispered gently with tears nursing a broken heart.
She stepped slowly towards the wardrobe as if it led to a portal Into the next world, it was a fragrance of a lost future. She fell to her knees to pray to anyone who might listen
The loss was so great that all the worlds' oceans would not comfort her pain
She reached out to touch that hand from the distant shadows.She paced from room to room to face the darkness of today,to bring the light of tomorrow into her world.
Time to move on