She Walks Alone...

She Walks Alone

 She walks alone

In crisp November air

He sleeps far from home

Her sorrow he cannot share

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She walks alone

Through white November mist

In her thoughts he will forever roam

A love so deep, never again to be kissed

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She walks alone

As November leaves are falling

Leaves and memories scattered and blown

Her mighty oak has been felled by duty and calling

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She walks alone

Along their cold November river

His scarf she wears still holds his cologne

To the bridge where they met, her tribute to deliver

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She stands alone

Her tears falling to water

He, taken by war, she cannot condone

Life’s flow stopped dead by explosion and mortar

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She holds alone

A blood red poppy this Armistice Day

Each petal kissed then released, her sadness to atone

With her emotions they tumble and like memories drift away

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She walks alone

In crisp November air

The river, the bridge his proxy headstone

Their place, hers alone now for memories to share

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She walks alone, but in memory he is still there.

By Dibs