Okay, like I mention before I am not a poet. But when an idea takes form into a poem, I won’t hesitate to write it down. It’s a work in progress and a rough draft, which I will rewrite for a later post.
She waited for him throughout time
As the months flew by
With no sign of her love in sight
She realizes now, it’s time to take flight
As his memories fades into the night
With a heavy heart she shows
no sign of a broken heart
Nor the tears she cried each night.
For he is now a memory
©V.ROSE DEMET ™2016