The pretty woman. Skin like a warm cup of 

coffee. Eyes like a warm cozy night. Hair

like the waves of a beach. Her love passed on, 

no longer with her. For her love was truth 

challenged. The beautiful woman with such

a remarkable smile, a smile that covers what

is behind. Behind but not completely in the past,

in the past but not completely behind. The truth 

challenged man often only is truth challenged 

to the pretty woman. Although the woman was

pretty, her clothes were shabby chic. For her love 

spent all his time sleeping off a big night out. 

This love worn out like the clothing she wears,

this love worn out like her feelings for him, this

love worn out like the rag she cleans with. Her light 

left some time ago, but a new light formed with the 

love she had for her two girls. Her love was no longer

lost, but just put somewhere else. She left the truth

challenged man to better her children.