Saturday, January 12, 2008

Mourning

The long slow mourning has begun
and the air resounds
with the gentle sounds
of someone weeping
You go creeping
into night
I watch you leave
and know I can't follow
You were never mine
but I don't know
how to let you go.

2 comments:

Nessa said...

I'm sorry for your loss.

Jenn said...

I cannot lose what I never had.