1 post from August 2007

Tears

Many emotions

Flying through her head

Wishing, hoping, praying

That he wasn’t really dead

Tears ran down her face

As they rolled the stretcher past

Thinking of the talk they had

Not knowing it would be their last

She wrapped the ring in her hand

That he had given her, hours before

Wishing, hoping, prating

That the promise hadn’t slipped out the door

Days later, she stood by the stone

Tears ran down her face

As many moments flashed before her eyes

He was gone; no replace