She walks in from the cold

With a cool breeze floating in.

Her long black hair pinned in 

A ponytail as always, and 

The perfume she wears daily smells

of sweet cinammon 

she 

She walks over to the fireplace,

Pull off her brown high boots,

And coat, and layed down on the polished

Brown floor next to the fire place.

But as she lays down she thinks 

She ponders about something 

And it's grabs her attention

Her brown eyes transitions to amazement 

And her mood becomes emotional.

She remembers as she is starring into the fire

That she and her lost lover use to do the samething

When they would come in from a cold day. She 

Remembers looking into his eyes, talking 

About the future they could have.

Tears start to poor down her heated face

Her beautiful face sems to be pale,

And her sobs become worse.

She gets a call from her mom,

But she ignores it. She looks

At the ring on her ring finger,

Touching it with care.

She hurts deeply inside.

What happened to her husband

Was unexpected. He died in a 

Plane crash along with 26 other people

And now a beautiful widowed woman 

Is living a life filled with loneliness.