You Weren'T There Poem by Rachel Brewer

The wind was curling round my ears,
The night was dark and terrifying.
I sat by your grave and whispered to you,
Hoping you would hear my plea.
The cold air was chilling my spine,
Making the hairs on my arms stand up.
It wasn’t you who was making me jumpy,
No, it was the devil.
I was trying to speak to you once more,
Before you left me for good.
I needed to know the answer to something,
And it was only you who could tell me.
The leaves were blowing around me,
As I knelt in the sloppy mud.
I began to scream to you in fright,
Hoping for the answer to my prayer.
I knew though, it would not come,
No, because you really weren’t there.