Listening To Her

Her head came to my nose When we kissed she was on her toes, I bent down to speak into her ear Then I recited her my favorite prose. The only time that we are eye to eye Was when beside me she did lie, Other times she was not near I never did question or asked her why. From a far distance I now stare Beside me, she is no longer there, God knows why I shed this tear But, it is her and not me that doesn't care. Now I heard that she is sick in bed My heart is full of sadness, and dread, Sadly with me she is not here Now she can't listen to what I have said. Randy L. McClave