The girl sat in the meadow
Sprig of lillac in her hair
Watching the clouds pass
Lazily without a care.
But heavy was her heart
On this particular day
As much as she liked
She couldn't explain it away.
Shed a tear she did not
As her finger twirled her hair
She had no one with her
For which to share this day.
Her heart knew
It wasn't for lack of trying
But as the day lingered
A piece of her was dying.
She thought, remembering
A time long ago
She had love in her grasp
But had let go.
She had her doubts
Day after day
Until came the time
Her love slipped away.
The memory she played over and over
Though she tried to forget
Till all she was left with
Was lonliness and regret.
She treasured that love
In her heart she did keep
As she laid in the meadow
Closed her eyes and went to sleep.

(c)2013 T. LaFountain