For decades now, she has lain.

Inside my shadow, beyond my gaze.

Where once she danced, now nothing grows,

but coral bells, and blades of grass.

Each Spring I try, with shows of blooms,

to call her back, to fill my glade.

Though blue birds fly and the moon does wane

her star won’t shine till I am gone, and born again.

Her yellow petals strewn about,

in times when I dared grow taller.

I still recall that wordless banter,

and only now I strain to shout.

I shout and scream but leaves still grow.

Wind still blows, and snow still falls.

That cursed sun still burns brighter.

I shout, I try, at least, but branches reach.

And with their reach my love is buried deeper.

The meadows retreat, and mocking birds whimper.

I dream of days decades ago.

I dream of a life that once was simpler.