...and she laid the flower by your bed,
she shed her token tears,
diamond droplets which gave it life
for a while longer...
'But it too shall wilt'
her whispered promise
and she turned her back on your rest
'till next time
She listens, straining, to the wind
She thought she heard you call - she reaches -
and the breeze cools her skin,
Her hand drops... with her heart and her head
It's cold without you - so quiet
She hasn't spoken since...
But she returns everyday with your flower
and places it by your bed
And her tears are merely a duty
Just like this daily pilgrimage
She's given up trying to find you
She knows this is an empty bed!
And her hurt has numbed and frozen
Her tears are all cried out
But still she's drawn to come here
The last place you laid your head
Routine took the place of grief
And your memory now shines golden,
her only purpose in life
is placing your flower at your bed
Author notes
for Catriona
because sometimes we can get lost in our grief
http://cosmosue.deviantart.com/art/When-We-re-Gone-38453900
Author: Kahliya
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Comments
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This is very well done! I really enjoyed it. Great wording, images and emotion! Read well, too.
Next to last verse, 2nd line - I think you have an extra word or a typo - it didn't make sense.
Thank you for this great entry.
best wishes
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oops - thanks for pointing that out!
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