Sunday, June 14, 2009

The Road Not Taken

The head he had
when last he looked
was not the head
that darkness took.

The love he had
when last he cared
was not the love
his true love dared.

The pain he knew
when last he cried
was only pain
for her who tried.

Now when he hears
a church bell ring
he holds his breath
and listening

he fears that soon
his heart will know
that she has gone
two strides below.


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