Meadow
Meadow
Wildflowers billow in the wind,
Getting tangle, intertwined,
White marshmallow clouds,
Leisurely passing by,
Midst the grass,
On her back she lies,
Motionless, silent,
Staring through the skies,
Letting the gentle breeze caress her skin,
Slowly, silently, tears start to fall,
Her thoughts involuntarily turn to him,
Pain, Hurt, it begins to creep,
She turns over, huddled in a heap,
She starts to shake,
She begins to sob,
It seems visiting their favorite place,
Had not done the job,
Here she lies,
Broken inside,
Trying to keep herself alive,
Even though she's already died,
She calms with a final shudder,
Pulls herself up, together,
One last glance at the beautiful meadow,
Into the forest, she stumbles,
Not seeing the shadow,
Across the meadow,
Stood her broken heart,
Watching her pain,
Seeing her cries,
He can't believe,
She actually believed his lies,
A lone tear travels down his icy cheek,
He moves from the shadow,
Sun hitting his skin,
Glistening, sparkling, shining off him,
Still high from her scent,
In her spot, he lies,
Motionless, silent
Tears spilling over,
He stares at the skies,
A deep shuddering breath,
He closes his eyes,
This poor, broken fella,
Whispers in a gentle breeze,
"Oh, my dear sweet Bella."
