after year after year
she sat on that low stone wall
watching for the one who left
day after day
after year after year ago
Day after day
after year after year
his promise echoed in her head
“I’ll come back,” he said
day after day
after year after year ago
Day after day
after year after year
she wondered where he was
and where he had gone
day after day
after year after year ago
Day
she stood up from her place
after day
and walked down the dirt road
after year
searching for the love
after year
who died in the war
ago
I like how the word "ago" plays into it. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful and heartbreaking. Well done
ReplyDeleteElena, I teetered on whether or not to put that there, but I'm now sure I made a good choice. ^^
ReplyDeleteLana, thank you very much. I'm glad my poem invoked feeling for you.