The Lover

The sky is blue,
the sun beating down,
on her hat covered head.
She's wearing her
spotty dress,
feeling the heat
touching her arms.
The grass tickles her toes,
as she walks in her sandals.
She is going to see her
lover.
The only one she's loved,
she is happy, she is smiling.
Singing to herself
as she goes through the grass.
To where he is lying down,
always waiting for her,
where he will always be
waiting for her.
She lies down next to him,
talking, smiling, joking.
She will always love him,
though he will never rise
again, he is still her
source of comfort, and
endless grief.

Shinemyrtle