An autumn day and colder weather
Bring you to a bench in a quiet place
The breeze nips at your face,
Which you lower to your chest
In a silent prayer
Hands plunged in pockets,
You sit in solitude
Feeling a presence near,
Or maybe, just imagining
Wishing, hoping
Never – expecting…
A tear wells in your eye
Despite the fight to make it disappear
And it drips down your cheek –
You look at the gray stone that stands
Before you
The inscription glaring,
Suppressed tears are released
And you raise your eyes
To the sky
Begging the clouds
To see her again.