I ponder, as rain on my window pane
slides down like the tears
we shed for the years
we let slip away
when we could not stay,
together.

I think and I feel, like when we would kneel
at the altar rail
till our faith grew stale
and our love took flight
in December’s blight,
bad weather.

I muse in my mind, on the gods unkind
who tore us in two
(slew love that was true)
when we, by the stream,
lay down there to dream,
on heather.

I grieve for the past; as long as I last.
I’ll visit you there
down dells of despair
where we reached the end of
our tether.

I breathe and I live, but cannot forgive
our cruel, callous crime
that robbed us of time:
a lifetime of being,
together.