Then One Day She Said Poem by Ruth Gordon

Then one day she said:
'I had best go to bed, '

He had let her walk by
He was never one to pry
He never knew why
Until it was too late to cry

She had laughed and run
Pretending to have fun
Sunlight splashing her hair
As she gulped in the air

She had acted almost normally
Sometimes a little formally
Even when insults were flying
She was never crying

She was ever creeping
It was too hard sleeping
About at night,
Instead she preferred to be out of sight

Even one that was closer than him
Was still always in the dim
She allowed them to dig their hole
Into the depths of her very soul
But still she pretended
Hoping to be defended

He knew naught
Of what she thought
She was dead and gone
He never knew what she had bourne

'Don’t you know, ' she said
'To never wake the dead? '