Passing

If I should hear in some distant May,
 Of your death a dreaded dark day.
My eyes would well my spirits sink.
 For those days of yore and that dress of pink.
I'd look to my left, not your face I'd see,
 But the concern of another looking at me.

She'd ask me my troubles, taking my hand;
 I'd turn away fearing, that truth may land.
In stillness I've kept my love alive,
 Living and working, finding the courage to survive.
But each day, a quiet time, my eyes would tear.
 As today as each day and every single year.

Your face, your smile, your voice raised as high,
 I hear you now, signing in the sky.
I asked you of happiness you turned your head to cry.
 If only in life you had the courage to try.
Then I would have loved, instead I longed for you.
 Now with silent tears I dream of a life a new.

I walk to my cave, where I find a retreat.
 My loss final now, my heart does so bleat.
I remember the cottage, the moutain, the lake,
 And that afternoon on the rocks, my memory I can't shake.
With words so true and passion revealed.
 You were so surprised your head must have reeled.

With care and concern you looked into my eyes,
 Held my hand and gaze and told me some lies.
You have feelings you said, but for us not now.
 My body shrank, my soul plunged, my heart did so bow.
Through all these years of life my heart to mend.
 And broken still, to my journey's end.