heather grasped in hesitation
an handbreadth’s full of moon
held past regret in reservation,
felled fast and folded soon.
a whisper drifted, downward falling,
that dreaded mourning day
her spirit lifted, upward calling,
as she slumbered life away.
nor eeven left and neither morrow,
nor dreams together made,
there lying dead in bedded sorrow
her body was displayed.
the priest expressed at her request
each transgression she forgave;
a bouquet lay upon her breast
as we laid her in the grave.
summer came and winter went
the years passed onward through,
yet never would my tears relent
since that day of losing you.
This can't have been easy to
This can't have been easy to write, but I applaud your poetic skill while acknowledging the sorrow this elegy conveys.
Starward