Alone, she sits in her room
Waiting for the words to come,
The words of letting him know
That she loved him.
He knew, yesterday in fact,
When they took a drive to the country.
Saturday, the refresh of sun and wind
Giving light to flowers dressed for Spring.
Alone, she remembers, refusing to let go
Of what she had experienced, touches
Created delicately in nature by his hand given, of course.
She wants to live, died several years ago,
Escaping into another world made
Brighter by her love.
He, walking on a road, does not
Deny what stands before him. Apparent,
But still confusing because he realizes that it requires no work.
The two are connected and yet the realization has not occurred.