Time is a Bitch

Img_20150723_171129by M. E. Roland04 Dec 2014

My heart weeps for her.
Stiff legs and a cane
under a scruffy navy blue parka.
She hobbles, more fragile now
than ever before.
She has no one left.
No one that gives a
good God damn.
Cold nights, no lights,
all of her cats dead and gone.
Time can be such a bitch.
It slips away and takes
all the love and memories
with it.