And in his eyes she saw herself,
mirrored as if her soul compromised,
and he the revelations she never saw within,
he who opened the door to everything,
did stand before her, to say goodbye.
She knew not his will,
to leave her now when heaven on earth attests,
and love the heart of all requests
for both a blissful life
with happiness the only plight.
His words were hard to take,
the love she held with pride now forsaken,
for truth that seemed a lie, uttered in sorrow,
did twist her heart so tightly,
she all but died, never to see the morrow.
He held her warmly, with compassionate embrace,
yet stood by his need to flee, to leave her,
and his words were confident and in his eyes just,
that do this he must, for her sake,
although she’d not understand.
Tears and sorrow bedded her for time,
as without him by here side she lay in waste,
not food or wine of words sublime could move her from that bed,
all broken, a heart bereft, a mind lost to loneliness,
she could not believe her fate.
As time went on she walked the village green,
trying not to let this bleak sorrow bleed,
and passers by would smile, but she could not,
her heart was too damaged to even nod,
as life appeared like a dream.
Then one day a message arrived,
a private message only for her eyes,
and it was from he, desperately ill and not long for life,
pleading forgiveness and eternal love,
for he could not put her through it, his slow and painful demise.
Her tears were like the winter rains,
her pain so deep, her love forever in his keep,
and finally she understood, his leaving for here alone,
not to witness what they had so maligned
by the illness that robbed them of their time.
Tony DeLorger © 2016