The Lonely Woman
Standing alone no shoes on her feet
thinking of strangers destined never to meet
branches that sway on a soft gentle breeze
below her a stream and a forest of trees
surrounded by all they had planned to escape
a new life together-one they would shape
now as the sun sets closing the day
she thinks of a war that took her man away
moonlight bathes the green and gold with its silence
too young left alone she shouts in angry defiance
fallen autumn leaves crackle beneath her tread
as they lonely young woman walks home to her bed
bright stars twinkle like eyes in the sky
rain starts to fall as if the clouds want to cry
with only the stars to guide her on her way
over hills and dales at the close of the day
cloaked in dusk to a fire that crackles and burns
all alone to her home she returns
night stretches before her empty and hollow
a lonely young woman drowning in sorrow
kneeling to whisper a prayer before bed
the one she had shared with the man she had wed
alone, yet his spirit lives in her dreams through the night
a man so good now gone from her sight
a candle that flickers and a flame that burns bright
lonely and sad yet she is comforted by its light
her womb left empty and will now remain so
childless and widowed such sorrow she's known
flowers she lays on his poor lonely grave
in memory of a soldier, so young and so brave
time has worn his name from the stone
knowing his body was never sent home.
This lonely young woman.
Copyright © Julie Achilles | Year Posted 2020
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