by oosh
December 2000 / January 2001
More than the scarlet rose She left for you that night More than the little card That told she loved you so More than the kiss she scribbled Below the shopping-list More even than the turn of the shoulder In the early light of dawn When in sweetest frailty At last she yielded to sleep Slipping away from you While still in your embrace It was that smile A propos nothing Those little dimples That light in the eye So quickly there, So soon gone Her brief life was a lesson And you were born Never to forget That half-remembered smile And Death The cruel school-mistress Every day Every hour Teaching you Teaching you