...Building Where She Was. By Donna Earle... Poem by Donna Earle

She called out the name over and over
in the empty building,
all replied was an echo,
it sounded like the girl she was looking for.
She remembered these walls and stairs and windows
so well,
from oh so long ago.
She kept calling the name,
but no one was there.
Not now...it was abandoned.
She would not find her there.
She could not find her there
even though in dreams
they had met,
and hugged each other
so frantically,
so desperately,
so bitter sweet the tears
so unspeakable the grief,
such joy that neither had felt before..
but in life the building is abandoned
the child gone forever,
the cold concrete floors
shining in the night,
no one here,
the sweet ones gone...
But try telling her that,
as she stands in the
building where she was.
...dce....child of dust.....
© Donna Earle,
..True Story.....