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.
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