Sunday, June 19, 2016

Left at Parks Edge

June 1, 2016

As I glanced out the door at the parks edge, the memory of that cold January day comes flooding my way.  You professed your love for me but still you had to go never wavering to my plea don't leave me, please don't leave me.

No sweet memory recalled could persuade you to stay, no child on your lap, no soft embrace would make you sway from your still solid path to go away, far away.

One by one they came to your side to be told of your great love,  but each one cried stay, stay, please stay.  But no, you went away, far away.

As you handed me your ring, forever no more to wear, the symbol of your holy pledge to love cherish and care, I knew you would not stay for you must go away, far away.

When will time heal my grief and loss as I wait for your return to me at the parks edge, waiting, waiting on you to see some day returning to me.

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