Kiss of DeathA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘Why have you left me here, alone,’ She said with a tearful eye, And stared at the the cold and grey headstone Expecting a cold reply. The breeze above just rustled the leaves Of the tree above the grave, And seemed to say, in its wayward way, ‘There was nothing left to save.’ ‘Whatever we had was old and spent When you turned to another man, And walked in the park when the sky was dark, Allowed him to hold your hand. I happened along the old towpath So your form I couldn’t miss, And felt the breath of a kind of death As you both leaned in, to kiss.’ The boughs of the tree then caught the breeze Swayed low, and they then unbent, Reaching on high, to stare at the sky As the hurt in her cry was rent. ‘I never went for a walk in the park, That night I was staying in, You couldn’t have seen what never has been, So what you saw was my twin.’ The thunder rumbled up in the sky And mumbled its discontent, As lightning shattered the grey headstone When she turned away, and went. A bough broke off, and fell to the ground Where a cringing shadow crept, As she walked alone to an empty home And the weeping willow wept. David Lewis Paget © 2019 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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