As he left for war,
with fear galore.
On the lonely streets,
She waited.
As he grew weary of walk,
weary of war,
& cursed his fate,
She waited.
As he dreamt of her,
each forlorn night,
when cold birthed frostbite,
She waited.
When winter approached,
& food scarce,
By the dying embers,
She waited.
As spring drew near,
The springs in her heart
grew weak. On her death bed,
She breathes her last.
With his hand in hers,
He waited.
On a sombre note.