Forever
She sits alone in the bar every night
The half-filled glass held tight in her fist
She sits in the corner out of the light
She is trying to look her best.
She dreams of a time so long ago,
He’d told her he would meet her there
She waited in vain but he did not show.
Before her, an empty chair.
She remembers the night she fell in love
How they’d danced ‘till the morning came
Her heart had took flight soaring above
They’d kissed then he’d taken her home.
In a week, he had promised to meet her
Right there, in that very same place.
A night of love they would share.
Lost in the warmth, of their embrace
She had waited for him, that Saturday night
She had waited and waited in vain
Her tears had greeted the morning light.
Her heart was filled with pain.
She did not know that he'd gone to war.
How he'd flown straight into the jaws of hell.
His smiling face she would see no more
Of his love, he would never tell.
She waited for him many long years.
She knew he would come to take her away
Daily she greeted the sun with her tears
As homeward, she wended her way.
They found her one morning still in her chair.
‘Twas a sight that made their blood freeze.
A smile on her face, light shone through her hair.
Held in her hand was a freshly picked rose.
R A Spicer © August 2, 2004
Does true love ever die? Good question. I don't think so. Even if we try to let it die, it stays alive...
I was going to repost my poem "Why Aren't You Here Yet, Love?" with the cover of my Summer Editions Newsletter, but now you've beat me to it first. Hey, are we of the same tracked mind? This is just way tooo weird!!!!! Hahaha!!!!! What are we poets going to think of next???
Love this write of yours indeed!!!!!
Sandie May Angel :o) :o)