Plight

My heart has rooms that sigh with dust,
And Ashes in the hearth
They must be cleaned and blown away,
By daylight's breath
But I cannot eassay the task,
For even dust to me is dear,
My love was here
I know not how to say farewell,
When farewell is the word,
That stays alone for me to say,
Or will be heard
But I cannot speak out that word,
Or ever let my loved one go,
How can I bear it that these rooms,
Are empty so?
I sit among the dust and hope,
That dust will cover me
I stir the ashes in the hearth,
Though cold they be
I cannot bear to close the door,
To seal my loneliness away,
While dust and ashes yet remain,
Of my love's day
© 1992 - 2008 R. G. J.