The Woman

She looked across the room and saw a woman sitting alone. The woman's hair shone from the sun, and her pale skin glowed in the warmth of the day. The woman had a gentle expression on her face, showing years of experience some good...some bad

The woman's lips had a soft shade of lipstick still neatly applied, though it seemed as if they had not been kissed by a lover for a while now. The woman's eyes had a far away stare, and if you looked closely you could see a deep sadness flicker before her mask which she wore so well came back down

The woman sat tall yet relaxed; she seemed content in her own company, though her fingers traced the table like she was tracing a lovers arm. She thought this woman portrayed a confidence, yet she sensed a fragility like fine China. She looked across the room and saw the reflection in the window.