She said
that she was tired of it all
was leaving everything behind
with nary a backward glance
It used to be so easy
to close her eyes
and dream of chasing the sunshine
in the middle of springtime
with everything in bloom
During the day
she visits his grave
and spends a few hours
in quiet conversation
She takes long walks now
her long hair blowing
wildly in the wind
as she smiles at
the people passing by
Then the night comes
with its silent allure
she lies in the bed
longing for his warmth
to return
If only she bid goodbye
before it was too late
for her heart
is past the break point.
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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