Hop-scotch

Her smile now lies
In the shoebox of her dreams…
Cluttered with memories
Tattered with age.
And in the dark musty corner
In the cupboard of her life…
Sleeps the dent of her cheek
Away from the salmon sky.

Her life now lies
Within that iota of a second
When the spring of her joy exhausted…
And no one could wind it again.
But shove into the refrigerator
The clock of her ordinary youth.

So let no life touch her
Let no confetti of laughter
Colour her air of indifference
For another heart turned hop-scotch
A game? Hop… Jump… Trample
And another Havisham born.