by Josie McCall
In the stillness
The bustle of the world we knew
Is alien and distant.
Brown brittle bark breaks
Ice cracks underfoot,
Startling skyward watchful sparrows.
Your hand in mine,
Made me warm deep inside,
Even on the coldest day.
Here, now, beneath the pines
The sun holds no warmth,
Where we lay crushing the fragrant brown needles.
Watching the stars,
We gave them names they didn't know.
I lie here,
Remembering the good things with tears,
Without that stark, unbearable pain.
In this forest world,
Filled with memories of you.
Strength is hard to find.
Can I leave you here,
And go on, alone?
The bustle of the world we knew
Is alien and distant.
Brown brittle bark breaks
Ice cracks underfoot,
Startling skyward watchful sparrows.
Your hand in mine,
Made me warm deep inside,
Even on the coldest day.
Here, now, beneath the pines
The sun holds no warmth,
Where we lay crushing the fragrant brown needles.
Watching the stars,
We gave them names they didn't know.
I lie here,
Remembering the good things with tears,
Without that stark, unbearable pain.
In this forest world,
Filled with memories of you.
Strength is hard to find.
Can I leave you here,
And go on, alone?
No comments:
Post a Comment