Last night I sat at his side
The first time since the last
Each time we visit I
start out with a smile
and try to make him laugh.
I tell him a wee joke I have saved
because when I heard it I thought of
him and thought he would like to
hear, just as I tell him
all the stories about everyone
who misses him and what they are doing now
without him.
No one knows I see him still.
I sit by his side and let my fingers work thru his wild hair
I lean against his broad chest and breathe deep in his nearness.
I try to smile but
that never lasts.
I let the wind chase my tears away
Tears he cannot see so they do not matter
They only remind me
Nothing matters....
Last night I sat at his side
And spoke to him of the changing time.
Another widow in her weeds sat
on the other side
I saw her in the shadows
And heard her whispers on the same wind
that stilled my tears.
Our men now sleep under the common dirt
that once led to their death.
Tis funny how
when peace finally comes
Bitter enemies
now see
all they have always shared
in common.
Last night I leaned against his cold cold stone
And sighed for all that was lost.
I watched the other widow make her way home
And the coming rain brought her tears to my cheek...