A Lonely Figure
A lonely figure stood stooped and hunched
Tears expressing his pain
He focussed entirely on the headstone
Hoping to glimpse her again
The integrity of the image in his minds eye
Seemed to diminish over time
Turning a cherished moment, a memory,
To a charade of soundless mime
Oh, to experience just once more
The epiphany of first love felt
To allay fears of memories being lost
And recreate how his heart did melt
If only he could harness time itself
Too foolish to consider
The lonely figure turned away
Perhaps he’d soon be with her…..
©Alan B.McGourlay
