She
will never leave you.
though she said goodbye.
You'll see her
in a blazing hue
and often stop
to wonder why.
When moon
has bid sunset adieu.
As morning songs
ring from the trees,
orchestrated by the breeze
- reverberating ecstasies.
Promises you can't retrieve.
No,
she will never leave.

She
will never leave you.
So invisible is her stare.
The wand of fate
was waved too late.
Yet
her scent still fills the air.
At dawn
you touch her pillow,
kiss her cascading hair.
But weeping like a willow
you wake up in a chair.