Beyond the trees and hills of Madison
The stone set still upon the earth.
His body lay silent, lonely,  abandoned
My heart beat desperately for lost memories.

I stood in vain as the stranger stood staring.
Ashamed, I hid my stained white shirt.
Who was this woman and why was she staring?
Judgement pierced my sodden heart.

Anger, disgust, jealousy and hate,
All expressed upon her glaring face.
How could she see those things I hid
So well behind my masquerade?