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.