She stood beside the lake
Under a tenuous sky
As his ashes were scattered
The winds lifted the grains
Carrying them up and away
Above her silent eyes
And tarnished heart
And she wondered into thinking
That all he ever had been
Or ever hoped to be
Was ended there that day
She heard the dying leaves
Whispering to one another
From the stoic and somber trees
As the scent of roses
Passed by on the gentle breeze