Wednesday March 5th, 2008 – again.

Dear Diary,

So I came across this poem.  I have no idea who wrote it, but it’s always spoke to me on a personal level.  It seems to strike a chord within my soul.  So I figured I would put it down here to share.

Close by the doorway he paused to stand
As he slipped his class ring off her hand.
All those watching didn’t dare to speak
As a silent tear rolled of his cheek.
In his mind, memories rare,
Of how they laughed, he could still see her there.
But now her eyes were empty and cold.
He’ll never again have her hand to hold.
Crowds watching in awe as he leaned near
to whisper "I love you" next to her ear.
With the ring on his finger he kissed her good-bye.
Remembering she’d worn it, he started to cry.
Then the door opened, he felt the wind blow
As they carried her casket into the snow.

I think it’s truly a beautifully sad poem.

Always,
Liza Lotte