This is where we lay
Under the old oak tree
In the cemetery we lay
Dreaming and longing for this moment to never fade
In the cemetery we sat
Gazing into each others eyes
Longing to know what out future lies
Leaning against your broad chest
Being cautious not to break your weekend heart
We lay in that cemetery
Holding on to each other with all the strength we had left
Not letting go never, never were we to do so
Breathing cautiously and slowly
Sinking heavily into the winters snow
Descending into a word that we knew could end in any moment
Knowing your last breath was in your eyes
Your shaggy brown hair
Hid under your favorite hat
Your shy blue eyes
Hid behind the sadness of your tears
I remember one cold December day
You took me to the old frozen lake
Where you used to sit and wait
For your father to come home
But he never came
That one cold December day
We sat there together hoping for
Something to happen
We sat there for hours, waiting for a miracle to happen
That day your father came home
But knowing only to say goodbye
Your perfect white teeth were shown that day
Your smile warmed my heart
Your eyes showed the love for me
Was true
And your hand that held mine told me you were never going to let go
You died that winter
You were buried under that old oak tree
I sit here with my arms wrapped around me
Shielding me from the cold
I wondered to myself why that moment had to end so soon
You were my best friend
You mended my broken heart
You brushed away the tears on my cheek
These days I cant seem to find my way out of bed
You were all I had
“I’m going to find a way to be with you once again, I promise”
Your last words, your last promise
Embrace my heart
I lay under the old oak tree
Next to your grave for the last time
I close my eyes and find your hand
I hold onto it with the love and trust that I have for you
I open my eyes to find you lying next to me
Your perfect white smile
Your shaggy hair still hiding
And your shy blue eyes gazing into mine
At that moment I knew you had found a way
A way to be with me once again
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2 comments:
i love the images you put. each stanza feels very different to me, but they work together.
lying under the oak tree in a cemetery , holding on to the beloved. a cold day, expectation, surprise and holding on to the memory of the beloved, deep mourning and relief.... your poem was quite effective in making me feel all of that. the last lines in the first stanza are quite saddening in their foreshadowing. but they fit.
and finally, i love that the feeling of the presence of the beloved remains even after she (i assume) dies. i still feel assured because the 2nd stanza was so insistent of her loyalty.
thank you for showing me devotion. sorry, i don't think it's quite the right word, but that's all i have right now.
Really nice. I didn't know where it was going, but then it came back to the grave and the shaggy hair and the smile, and the sadness was well earned.
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