In this poem, I imagine an older person who has lost a lot of loved ones in his or her life, and how that person feels about being left behind. Thanks for coming by to read.
I wonder why they leave me.
I wonder why they go.
I wonder why I wonder why:
I’ll never, ever know.
I wonder why they feed me
And why they love me so:
It’s like they’re watching over me,
So briefly, ‘ere they go.
They’ve left me in my mourning mist,
My somber afternoon…
The sun is o’er the yardarm now:
They’ll leave again, too soon.
How long ago we frolicked,
Our forest secrets safe!
What merely passing shadows, these,
For wastrel, and for waif!
You were the first to leave me, then,
Your parting gift, a tear.
But all the world has left me now,
And I’m still standing here.
Copyright 2020 Andrea LeDew
For a poem about apologizing a little too much, read Apologetics.