Lonely Alone
I pray that I can make this clear
And dread the presence coming near.
Life when it leaves should just go away,
But some like her choose to stay and stay.
Not that I want her to be totally gone
Like the light from this morn’s dawn
I live to see the wind blow through her hair
Moved by the breeze that really isn’t there.
My skin quivers as it needs her touch
Fingers trembling, reaching out to clutch
Her poor arm so terribly wan and pale
But somehow they always seem to fail.
Her head was rested against my chest
That’s where she chose to take a rest
I held her for all the days and night
Until they found us at May’s last light.
“Too late for her,” was what they said
And feared I too would soon be dead
But my luck failed and I had to survive
Though the best of me was no longer alive.
They buried her in the summer month of June
A life so rich ended and gone, over so soon
Leaving me empty and here, so far behind
Wondering how Fate could be so unkind?
Now I walk through these hills we called ours
Trudging the trails and hunting for hours
Falling in bed by myself, a life all alone
What forgotten sin have I left to atone?
Then one glorious night I saw her I think
Walking the woods on the edge of the brink
Of the cliff that looks over the valley below
Wherever she leads is where I shall go…
It is a long way down.
© Spider ‘07
