Requiem
A young man stands beside a girl
dressed all in black.
She weeps openly as she bows her head
he tries to comfort her.
Her heels sink into the mud
as the rain patters off dark umbrellas.
She stands just mouthing words
he doesn’t want to hear.
He listens and watches her tears glisten
but he can’t help her now.
If she’d had said those words
just days before
he would have held her tightly
would have loved her back.
Now it is all too late
and as she moves towards the other mourners
he stands and stares at his own fresh grave
and wishes he had tears to shed
at his bitter, tragic fate.
Francine
Wed 22nd Sep 2010 18:52
Yes, you leave enough for the reader to imagine feeling the depth of anguish and despair...