The Memory of a Bygone Lady

—Before the spirit memorial of a man’s departed wife— you were the lonely woman who long waited for the daybreak sun to rise from the other side of the horizon dark and gray; however, day came much too late, and therefore, though in tears, you walked away from me with no word left behind you were the pathetic woman whose wish was to walk with the light steps, like a shimmering haze wave glows in sunny and warm spring day, on the path lying in the colorful flowers; however, through you knew the sun certainly rises in that very moment, in sorrow, walked away from me with the hurried steps for it makes no difference if it is a sun or a moon and the vow made was nothing but the point in which is to stay for a little while on the way to Elysium; you harshly cut off our bondage and left with no word to the last, though you would have a moment to say a word of farewell, o you the woman of cold, a stonehearted the woman who stood in the cold wind like a withered reed by the marsh and cried the cry of damned daughter of Demeter was the woman, whom i cannot trust, the woman of ill-will, because the pledge of eternal love you made was broken one-sidedly, you did not turn back even i implored you to go, but you, in that dark and chilling night, hurried away with mincing steps