From the point of No-return

Unmistakably her eyes were misted,
The sweeping winds buffeted her tresses
The lips were dried their crust blackened
And she concealed what I could easily see.

Somewhere deep within her heart ached
Her bosom could not hold more pain
Yet her words belied her feeling
She was stern as ever before.

The sense of loss, agony & pain
The thought of lonely summers, winter and rain
Yet words betray the emotion that flood her

Some where deep within she knew its end.

ashu