“Farewell”, the garden gate did echo,
“Adieu”, the song upon her lips,
Yet strummed in burdened sorrow,
Steeped in time no future sips.
“So long”, I echoed back in hoping
That she’d at least glance back a sigh,
“Love?” in whispers softly coping,
This empty hope so full, “Goodbye”.
prompt from dVerse Poets Pub – 9-Nov-2016