FORLORN

Determination in her steps she walks
on by
Tears filtering her eyes she begins
to cry
Her head bent down low
She's been dealt another blow
A limp falters her walk
Still she does not look up - she
does not talk
Oblivious to those around
Focused on solid ground
Her destiny the beach
Detached and out of reach
Wind blowing her hair - she
looks out to sea
Longing in her eyes - the need
to simply be
Lifting her head towards the skies
Breathing in deeply - closing her
eyes
There was something about her way
That prompted me to stay
I see her restrict - her body go
tense
Instinctively I prepare to aid in
her defence
Shoulders trembling I hear her cry
Interrupted attempts of a lullaby
My heart aches at the sadness in
her face
Yet I get the notion not to invade
her space
This is her moment - it is not mine
Saying her goodbyes for the last
time...