The Widow

What leaks out of the window pane, And flows into the ground, Is evidence of a widow's pain That's heard her spouse's sound. She felt his whisper graze her ear. She heard his lowly call. "Be safe, my love, and please take care Within this gloomy fall. I love you so, my dismal dear. Please, create not such debris. My soul's on the abysmal sphere, So, please don't cry for me. Sometimes I wish I hadn't died And left you all alone, But I'll see you on the other side, Where we'll both be at home." Her buried head, so warm with love, And resting on the seal Rose to see a cooing dove Which made the time surreal. Her eyes were wet with mournful glee As she bowed to pray, "Lord, please help my sorrow flee And let my heart display A sense of strength not pumped before Through this old-aged heart. And let my husband not ignore The fact that we're apart. And as I lay me down to bed, I make this final plea: Never let me lose again Unless the lost is me."