Poem

 As I lay still,

along the river of love,

I looked into its depths,

absent was love's reflection,

as my heart sank deep

into the dark water,

softly weeping

asking,

why has love's hand,

left me with despair?

why has love's hand

touched other's not mine?

and below the surface,

feeling the heaviness

upon my chest,

I felt the pain and emptiness.

Love has left for another.

Sheilah Say