She Sat Alone

November 13, 2012 at 5:00 pm · Filed under Dark Side, Poems, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged A box of moonpies, author, Charles L. Mashburn, death, sadness, writer

So, you’re not in the mood for laughter today? Then pull up a chair, set a box of tissues on the table, and get ready to have your heart strangled and torn into tiny pieces, as you read this poem based on my short story, “A Box of Moonpies”. I’ve posted the story for those who might like to read it.

She Sat Alone

She sat by the bed, gently holding his hand

Her other hand covered red eyes

Choking back tears, she muffled great sobs

With heart heaving, soul wrenching sighs

Don’t leave me she thought, and tried not to show

The fear that played in brown eyes

Smiling, she joked ‘bout things they had done

Her laughter and smiles were but lies

She placed a small finger upon his dry lips

Said, I love you, you dear gentle man

He smiled with his eyes, said, yes love I know

With a sweet gentle squeeze of his hand

The time was too short for this sad last goodbye

For too long these two were in love

No fairness your leaving, was all she could think

Of this man she’d not had enough of

How could you, she asked, go and leave me alone

His hand slipped from hers as he died

Yet, she knew from her heart, he never would go

She sat alone and softly she cried

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

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