I watched her life trickle
Filtered through the drain
Little streams of a women
Her keys went first
She could never find them
Then went the car
That was after she got lost in the city
Then it was me and my brother and my mother
My father, and his brothers
That was the damn in the river
There was no moving past it
She made a home out of it
After her own was pulled from under her feet
He still visits her
Long after she forgot his name
The lifeless shell of his wife
One thing never left
She is still and will forever be beautiful
Her eyes as pitch as her voice
Her hair blonde as her skin pale