Where it Lies
And here in this poem is where it lies
With hope and longing torn apart
My pain and torture shown through my demise
And then again through the breaking of heart
A sad story shall I, on you, impart
The loss of love I shall never forget.
Of this greatest loss is where I will start
In this, heart’s game of Russian roulette
In this loss of love shall I always fret
And how we came to saying our farewells
At times I wish we had never met
But then I look at our beloved seashells
And oh, how I loved his great heart so
And with those words, I shall let you go.