Goodbye

She waits in the old field

where the sun hangs low

skirting the tall grass

her soft face aglow

Perched beneath the willow

where he'd first seen her face

she flips through the pages

of some far off place

There are bugs in the meadow

there's a tear in her eye

but she stays as the sun goes

and doesn't let herself cry

On the last day of spring

in the cool, melting breeze

there was hope in her heart

as she stared past the trees

That his face would appear

and her dreams would be real

in this field of old days

where her heart he did steal

Come the light in the morning

with its treacherous glow

her back all in knots

her eyes blinking slow

An ant on her fingers

A bend in her spine

She shook out her skirts

Told herself all was fine

There's another day coming

And a chance he's just late

Must've tripped in the woods

A slow limp in his gait

He'll emerge in the clearing

he'll run to her soon

Her bones will ache happy

heart full as the moon

She slips into sleep

as the birds chirp their song

pleading and begging

that it now won't be long

And the echoes of whispers

of old hopes dying slow

they all fail to wake her

from the thing that she knows

Her old love will not come

for his body is bone

gone to dust in the remnants

of a bloody war-zone

It's been years since his going

it's been years since her own

but she waits in the field

with a face full of stone

There's a ghost in that field

say the ones passing by

There's a lover who's waiting

for a chance at goodbye.