Little Hesitance, Little Sorrow
One last time she had asked me
when i had to depart,
'Will you come back again, will you? '
And i hesitated, i must say,
I had waited too long for her
eyes to well up with tears,
And at last, I said, 'I will....
my love', fear wrote on my voice,
'I will, young lady, i will'.
She didn't answer but ran away,
damp pearls adorned fer face, she
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry