Long Shadows

Long shadows lie,
in the house where you died,
where a grand love was shared,
between you and I.

trailing and reaching,
into the past,
where we walked arm-in-arm,
thinking it would last.

Who could have known,
you would ever go,
even too far away,
for my eyes to follow?

Long shadows call,
back to the time,
when you weren't a shadow
but here and all mine.

Long shadows drag cruelly,
like a violin bow,
played by a truly,
bitter and gifted meistro.

I still hear your music.
Do you feel my woes?
When again will you sit,
as my love, not long shadows?



by Kimarie Manhart-Freeman