Goodbye

Broken,
Crumbling inside.
Black Iris in hand.
Here in the Witch Light of day.
Remember all our yesterday’s.

Could this be a nightmare?
Darkness is dawning,
without your embrace
to keep it at bay.

Will the pain fade?
My heart grows cold;
I am strangely numb.
Yet I linger, still searching,
every face looking for yours.

Will the pain fade?
Rain begins to fall,
as I turn.

Hurt, holds me captive.
I still search for you
around every corner.

In the Witch Light,
this could be a garden,
were it not for,
row after row of
standing stones.


25 lines

second place in the "Shadows and Light A Contest" in June of 2009.
The prompts used were "Witch light" and "Black Iris".