Lost

Does she remember me,

The way that she used to be?

I swear I saw her standing

Alone in the cemetery

Was it really her,

Or was it simply an illusion?

I can't be completely sure,

But I feel she is always close.

She wore her black bridal gown,

And held a bouquet of poppies,

Her smile was sullen, almost a frown,

Her eyes as dark as the deepest seas

She wore a veil of winter mist,

It clung to her like a shroud,

Enveloped in its silken host

She seemed to float above the ground.

I called her name, she looked at me,

Staring through her tears,

Lost in thoughts of melancholy,

The blackest eyed blank stare

Was her mind trained on thoughts of us,

Or merely lost in another time?

Maybe she remains in the past,

A past that is no longer mine?

If I could turn back the pages

To where my story began,

Way back to the very beginning,

To rewrite and start again,

Then I would write her a love song

To show her what she meant to me,

I would put to rights, all the wrongs,

That brought about her misery.

In another time, another era,

Almost beyond the boundary of memory,

Only a wisp of which I remember,

A fleeting glimpse of what might have been,

If only I hadn't lost her,

If only I knew why she left,

Then maybe I could keep us together,

Safe from the clutches of Death.

But now when I look to the future,

I see a life spent alone,

And no more in time shall I hold her,

I'll just hang around the cemetery to mourn

And I swear I see her, now and again,

Cast in the shadow of a lost soul,

She never seems to know who I am,

And I feel I'm left out in the cold.

I cannot be the one who died!