So long

So long

Under the tree

In the end

It is where

She wanted to be

I didn’t want her to go

Selfishness is human

I was beset by the devil

He beat me with a stick

Took me to task

For hanging around

Waiting for the grass to grow

I ran away

We all run.

Rain washed away the tracks

There is little trace left

But lovers find a way.

Angels don’t exist

Unless they be children

But the devil is a monster

Eating through

The heart

Of my defences.

Everybody needs somebody

To mend the broken pieces

Put them back together

Hold back the tears

They are salt enough

To scour me

Clean of poison.

I would find a place to lie

Rest in peace

Lay down my head

On sweetly smelling chamomile

Beneath a tree

As close to her

As I would ever be.