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."
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