sorrow is a river of tears falling
never dried, there, close in sight
she sees him standing, calling
than he is gone, with the light

they shared all, happy, glad
complaint or sorrow, forlorn
she wears the black, thus clad
to go into the world, alone

no song to comfort her, sung
with a sweetness given, gone
as the bells toll, the funeral rung
the coming days pass ever long

in her madness calls, my beloved
when will you not come back to me
while her heart is torn, shoved
into a place deeper than the sea

tears fall on the path he walked
as she clutches the shirt he wore
on the last day that they talked
pain, a knife slides into her core

she hears faintly his heartbeat
her dream fades, memories come
months pass she folds in defeat
slowly the pain goes becomes numb

numbness stayed all that is left
shrouded, a darkness, coal black
a weight for the strongest to heft
in that wall, came, grew a crack

little slivers, the light shined through
a whispered, give me your sorrow
someone saw, someone knew
she must rise from atop his barrow

pass back into the living world
stand again with strength, strong
no longer lying amid ruins, curled
for her, that would be all wrong

she woke to the voice the touch
saw the color black fade to gray
a little at a time, slowly, not much
she returned to the world to stay

whispered in a song, "A lonely life cannot be lived in forgotten moments."