The Grass Grows Over

Once you have left me alone

when our days have grown old;

once you have whispered one last

goodbye and I peer into the depths

of a shadow you have left;

will I see your staring eyes glinting

back at me with the light of a

love that I can kiss and caress,

or will I find a darkness emptied 

and vacant of all but the

feelings of sorrow and grief?

If I stare long enough will I find

something more to hold and to touch

or will I find only the bitter taste

of a broken heart and loneliness?

Once the grass has grown over you

and you are covered up by the snow

and the rain has washed away all that 

you were, and once the ocean sweeps

over me and there is nowhere

to go and no one around -

What will await?

What will be found?

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*This was an old and unfinished poem that I posted on here a while ago and have since deleted, so if you are experiencing a mild case of déjà vu, that’s likely why. It has been tweaked a little and extended by a few lines for the Prose Challenge #67.