Page 2

Then they came to take him home
Silently she slipped out
From family, the stranger combed
Though many did feel a doubt

Wasn’t she just a friend of friend?
She and he had seldom talked
Yet her grief now knew no end
A question in minds was chalked

Did she…? Did she…? Could it be?
Perhaps! It now seemed so
But no one ever knew nor he
Never did her feelings show

His friends saw her slowly leave
The gloom in her they saw
Someone so much for him would grieve
How sad he never could know

That night under a moon full
In her garden she cried and cried
The moon, the air, she mournful
Her dear old tree too sighed

The tree into whose soothing chest
She had whispered her love
And poured her despair and unrest
Now sighed as it looked above

Swept off she was by a tide of thoughts
She didn’t know what she thought
An ache somewhere, her mind in knots
Not knowing what was, what not

She had lost him, he was gone
Yet hers never he had been
She felt a hole, she felt alone
A shroud on her unseen

Weighed down, lost, unknown to all
She within self withdrew
Absent answers to world’s call
Forlorn in a world she knew

The day in daze, the dark night
Was all she came to be
And when no thing seemed right
She wept under the old tree

Page 2/6.

Continue