NaPoWriMo 19/30 Someday

cold and alone
will she ever come home?
echoes of yesterday
fill the faded floral wallpaper
when will she breathe again?
she is cold and alone
dreaming of life
touching the music
that consumed her
stories comes to end
she’s waiting for
another chapter
she is cold and alone.
reality isn’t easy
familiarity and comfort
every day is a challenge
she says smile
pulling the weights
from the corner of her mouth
opening her eyes
hoping for ‘that day’
he did say ‘some day’
she is cold and alone
in her floral home.