Well, I'll stand beside the hurting
as you walk serenely by me,
and I'll touch your gentle *****
with my fingers oh so softly.
And I'll wonder where you're going,
walking gently through the dry leaves.
Will you listen to me nicely
while I tell you how I love you?
Does the forest call you strongly?
Is it dark and dry and warm there?
Can I share your dark, deep journey,
or must I stand beyond you?
Will you hurry through the darkness
and come to my firm arms, dear?
Or  are you leaving, gone forever,
my love into the darkness?

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks