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Not What She Wanted

“She died lonely and alone.”
That wasn’t the epitaph she wanted
But she didn’t know what to do about it.
In her heart and soul
A good person
Kind, giving, caring, compassionate, servant leader
And yet
Alone
Not understanding why or how
And
It is a shadow every day…

~ Cloud Dancer

The Couple

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Huddled together
Shoulders touching in love and support
Years of gone by days of sunny smiles
Still there but maybe not as often
Labs can be a challenge
Good News or not so much
But they have one another
And that gives me a smile
Maybe love will come someday
And maybe it won’t
Hopefully new memories will be created
I’d like that.

~Cloud Dancer

No One Noticed The Rain 
(The Woman No One Would Remember)

~Taina Amayi 

https://youtube.com/shorts/P4JhX3w33og?is=SKzgXZKvHabvS007

I was the only one to see her standing there.
Apache woman, her power hidden behind a cloud of sadness.
Other people milled around her, yet she was alone,
and I felt it -
I knew it -
She was broken like no one I have ever known, and my heart broke.
No one welcomed her to stay.

I drew close to her, a sister with no name.
I tried to touch her hand, but she turned away.
I reached for her heart, but all I found were pieces.
I studied her face. I wanted to know her name.
She was somehow familiar to me.
I called out to her as her sister, but my voice was silent as I cried.

She walked out the door without so much as a whisper.
No one's gaze followed her.
No one asked her to stay.
No one asked her to come back 
No one cared.

I followed her, running as quickly as I could.
I cared about her.
I wanted her to know.
She left a trail of water behind her.
It was from the rain that had fallen.
It was rain that no one noticed.
They were tears...
She was gone, and I cried.

I realized then that I knew her.
I followed a trail that she left in her wake.
It was a trail of stories told through her years.
I picked up the pieces of her life left behind.
Pain swallowed my heart.
No one in the room had greeted me either.
No one uttered a single word to me.

As I ran after my Apache sister, no one asked me why I was leaving.
No one asked me to stay.
No one asked me to come back.
No one cared.

The rain began to fall again -
blending with my tears.
The rain drops were my tears.
No one noticed the rain.
No one noticed my tears.

I walked in silence, feeling myself disappear.
She was not a stranger -
She was not my sister -
She was an Apache woman. 
She was hurting. She was broken.
She disappeared and I was long gone too.

She was not a stranger.
She was not my sister.
She was Apache. 
She was broken.
I noticed the rain. 
I would remember her, for -
She was me.

Editor's Note - watch the YouTube video by our author. Just lovely.