POEMS

An Accident

Silently, I walked down the aisles.

Not able to speak to anyone;

Not able to touch anything;

Not able to think about anything but her love.

What I once was,

Is what I can never be again...her lover.

I watched her

As she moved morbidly down the rows,

Taking the items she wanted from the shelves,

And placing them in her basket.

I walked with her to the check out,

But she was unaware that I was even there.

I followed her home

And watched as she lay down to sleep.

Throughout the night

As the moon's rays slowly

And gently caressed her sad face,

I watched silently,

Knowing that I would have to leave soon.

I sat beside her,

Watching and waiting.

Then, suddenly,

Daylight began to build in the sky.

I didn't have much time.

I had to say goodbye.

But, what was the point of saying goodbye if she wouldn't hear it?

The point was I loved her

And therefore I had to,

At least for myself,

Say goodbye the way we've always said goodbye.

"Goodbye, sweet. Goodbye, Love. Goodbye till the morrow."

I quoted from the poem she loved.

Then,

As the sun rose into the sky

And as I silently began to fade into the light,

I heard her whisper in her sleep.

"Goodbye, sweet. Goodbye, Love. Goodbye till the morrow."