Leave me in my sorrow

In the stillness of the night, I listen.

I watch as the stars above glisten.

Not a sound was to be heard nor a word to be said

For nature knows well the scent of death on one's own bed.

You left me that night for a reason I did not know.

I would have stayed; I would have listened if I knew you would soon go.

But, alas, you are gone and there is nothing I can do.

So leave me in my sorrow for I am weeping for you.