Whitby lament.
Do you remember
When we were young,
You and I?
So full of hope,
And dreams?
Do you remember
How every minute
Seemed wonderful?
How we both
Chased the raining sky?
Do you remember
How bright your eyes shone
The night he came?
How he stood there,
Unable to speak?
Do you remember
How clumsy they were,
The lord, the cowboy, the doctor?
How each of them
Dared propose?
Do you remember
How you hesitated
To choose?
How they waited
In anticipation?
Do you remember
The other night,
When you fell ill?
How the skies turned
Blood red?
Do you remember
The day he came
To take you away?
The night
We buried you?
Nay,
You do not.
Why should you?
I do.
Until the day I die.
My ever young
My flame haired
My free as a bird,
My only friend,
My bride of death.
Do you hear me
Crying over you
Still?
Do you see me
From where you are?
Reach out to me.
Console me.
Don't let him
Take me
From you…
Let me go.
This is haunting, Helena! Beautiful..