Death

On that fateful night at ten I saw you walking down the lane Your hand was on her shoulder And there was spring in your step I stood on the terrace watching you go Fear clutching at my heart The reality of it all came on me The hope within died a sudden death I waited for the tears to come I waited for the pain to begin But the tears had frozen to ice And the heart had turned to stone Time went by And life regained its normal course Hard and cruel they called me And a statue I became Then on a cold winter morn Came a gust of warm wind The dark, kind and lively eyes And the circle of soothing arms My cheeks became wet My heart went a pit-pat I could smell the earth again And hear the birds sing But the harsh winter froze the warm wind And the frost began to settle Passerby looking at me would say She is not dying…….. she is dead.