Poem

He was there waiting, waiting
waiting for the first leaf to grow.
She was there watching, watching
watching time from the death row.

He was there watching, seeing
her being the glow that dulled.
His reach was there beckoning, calling,
but the need had lulled.

No more my love you must move on
I hear the purple meadows call.
Do go, please go. don't step forward,
for there's none to offer withal.

I challenged time,
playing in deaths paw.
Death waiting, watching, seeing, calling
but I am the first leaf
my love, unfurling unfurling.

— Anonymous

Too lazy to think of something to say. So here's a lovely poem instead.