Goodbye

Broken,
Crumbling inside.
Black Iris in hand.
Here in the Witch Light of day.
Remember all our yesterday’s.

Could this be a nightmare?
Darkness is dawning,
without your embrace
to keep it at bay.

Will the pain fade?
My heart grows cold;
I am strangely numb.
Yet I linger, still searching,
every face looking for yours.

Will the pain fade?
Rain begins to fall,
as I turn.

Hurt, holds me captive.
I still search for you
around every corner.

In the Witch Light,
this could be a garden,
were it not for,
row after row of
standing stones.



This was written for my mother, at the loss of my dad. Written from her perspective.
It came in second place in the "Shadows and Light A Contest" in June of 2009.
The prompts I used were "Witch light" and "Black Iris".

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