Round Robin 2

She remembers the crowns,
the gowns, and the glory
as if it were only yesterday.
Only yesterday was fading
just as quickly as the beauty
she once held dear.

No one ever told her that beauty
didn't prevent loneliness.
They never told her that memories
would be all that was left.
She knew now that memories
would not warm her bed at night.

And, memories fade too.
Just like the crown whose jewels
tarnish with age and inattention.
Without some scrapbook of expression,
preservation dwindles to nothingness.
The thin metal offers no brilliance or warmth.