Poem

She Was There

 

She was there,

On the sunny day of summer,

The air is humid,

But the mangoes taste sweet.

 

She was there,

On a wooden bench,

Under the spiny black olive,

Scattered on the ground was the leaves.

 

She was there,

With the patience I admire,

The storm in her eye,

But the peace in her smile.

 

I hope she knows,

Know that I miss her,

So much when she leaves,

Know that I need her,

Like the air that I breathe.

 

She was no longer there,

But the memories are still here,

Farewell