Written by: Greta Robinson

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