The Last Time I Saw Him
The last time I saw him,
I heard the wind sigh
as his eyes stole the shine from fall's sky.
Dark eyes bright with hope
just kept smiling at me;
for a moment my woe seemed to flee.
The last time I saw him,
I tried not to cry
as so softly he kissed me good-bye.
He would see me again -
This he vowed fervently;
then again in his arms I would be.
The last time I saw him,
I sensed autumn die;
my cold winter would be drawing nigh. . .
For I felt in my heart
with such sad clarity
what my beautiful man could not see.
Nov. 30, 2018 for Silent One's 'The last...' Poetry Contest
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