Will She Go Home?

His life proceeded as before even though she left his door he still got up at half past seven ate his gruel and prayed to heaven he still went out to plow the fields and calculated all the yields from cows and chicks and eggs that hatched he mended fences,wove the thatch that roofed his hut in from the cold but subtle changes could be told he used to sing the cows back home and whistle when he was alone he brought her daisies every night but now they wilted in his sight his hair turned ashen and his eyes paled their blue to winter skies a tremor started in his hands he wrote her name out in the sands out beside the garden gate and on that night she chanced to wait deciding love beneath the pines and there behold she saw these lines... "she left because I would not say the words I'm writing here today, I love you seems so very small, for when she left she took my all."