sorrow

I woke to see
two hillocks
covered with high grass
all russet-red
you were lost there
on your journey
lost to me
were you walking
with me in the valley
of my heart
or hiding
in anothers' arms
with your head
against her breasts
while my heartbeat
echoed as it dropped
like a stone
down a well

© 21 Mar 2007 Heather Quinn