Bereft
Your silence
casts a shadow
your stillness
is my weakness
your pallor
leaves me wretched
like a fallen leaf
prostrate with grief
I lie, by the tree
which gave me life
My senses
are dulled
Time is relentless
Tomorrow I walk
the slow path of sorrow
Near to me still
yet already lost
you lie
and my wishes
are dust
at my feet
Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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