It's What She Felt But I Could Never Know Poem by James McLain

Silver mist that could not float,
but float it did
and my beating heart as loud as waterfalls.

Green bushes full with leaves, in peace
I watched them fall.

One tree she leaned against was without twigs
though long of branch.

Such though it was a quiet place for me to come,
a quiet place a place we knew to well.
In the changing mist that turned to falling rain.


She would stand and standing watch me sit, to me
it was not strange to see her walk around our bench.
To watch her turn her head, I've watched her to.