Waiting For My Beloved
I didn't want him to leave, I begged him to stay,
It had been snowing all night, it was a winter storm;
The wind was howling and everything was white,
We were snuggled in bed all warm and cozy.
He stirred and kissed me, winking he said, I must go,
Looking out the window at the storm I was so scared;
I held him close, please don't go, it's too dangerous,
But he just laughed at me and went to get dressed.
I lay there thinking for all the scenarios that were possible,
Nothing, I said would stop him, he was a determined man;
I was angry, you never listen to me, just wait awhile,
He left with a slam of the door, I heard his car start.
I waited all morning for him to call, I was really sorry,
Only wanting him to come home to me, safe in my arms;
He had not called by noon and I was frantic, desperate,
So, I called his work and they told me he was not there.
Just as I put down the telephone, it rang, wrong number,
Making coffee I was nervously thinking and thinking, thinking;
Where could he have gone and why did he not call me,
The police came at around two in the afternoon that day.
I heard their words as they explained everything to me,
He had crashed his car in a ravine and he was found dead;
Weeping is all that I did for weeks and months,
In this earthly realm, I find my him down a path.
His name engraved in cold stone forever and eternity,
I go there often with roses and roses for my beloved;
And I ask him, why, oh why did you not listen,
But I suppose, it was written in the book of his life.
And what of my book of life, is this sorrow written, Lord?
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September 4, 2015
Verse
For the contest, Waiting, sponsor, Craig Cornish
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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