Tea for Teardrops

Forevermore

She was married under a cloudy sky but she was no wife of mine

Snowflakes adorned her brunette locks, bristle keys and empty thoughts

Sadness clasped in her eyes when she looked at me

"I long to be free"

She was a caged bird, a dove with pierced wings,

Blue eyes that stared onto nothing

She was only a child of seventeen years

But she had lived long enough to see the ermine that winter wears

She would weep and weep for me in the attic up above

I would look skyward and whisper, "Do not fret, my love"

Her gowns were faded springs and dry summers tinged with her scent

Nobody knew where she had gone, only that she had left

Without a note, my house was scarce

But I knew that she had passed beyond that red red door

And the snow that gathered on her browned tomb,

Would be there forevermore