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Weeping Willow

By Barbara BlatchPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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Widowed wives with their broken hearts and tearful eyes. Creatures, hollow and dark, ever-looking for their lost soul and the fallen part of their hearts.

Living with only memories to keep, and children to watch as they grow old and alone.

They wait slowly, and coldly until they can meet with the one whose promise they kept, yet the waiting becomes so painful.

"How dare he leave?" Most growl, with hatred and sadness cracking in their voices.

"Why didn't you take me with you?" Some wail over their beloved sleeping grave.

"It's all my fault." They will weep, while holding onto the memory of their last bitter goodbye, becoming lost.

And like them, also have I.

His memory is simply a blur, only a shadow that stings within my heart. I can no longer remember his voice. I only hear singing and the ringing of the memory of his sweet laughter. His sweet smell, I still find traces of it in my bed, on his clothes.

His face, I need to see, and to feel again.

Where are you? Where are you hiding? I still feel you, I can't forget you. My other half, my only one. You can't leave, I don't want to let you go.

I love you so much, I need you.

The letters of long lost still touch my heart. The songs dedicated to us once soothed me, but now, they hurt, they cut through me, crushing my every being.

The children knock my door. Those tiny parts of you that I carried inside me once.

"Please just go away," I plead.

He looks like you.

But, he's not you.

It angers me sometimes, he keeps asking for you. Is this my torture? Have I done so many wrongs for you to hate me so?

Willow, widow sing away. To live alone and let your heart astray. Your lover gone and lost from your reach, until the ending of your song.

I love my children I really do, but I can't help their faces, he looks like you. Oh! He does! He keeps calling for you, just as much as me.

How dare he simply call your name so selfishly? I was the one who followed you, who cherished you. I knew you, I loved you more. He will simply grow to forget you, while your mark will live with me forever. He will grow older and leave me as you did. Just as cruel as you have left.

I love him, I really do, but I'll never forgive him.

I'll never forgive you.

Willow, widow, sing away. To live alone and let your heart astray. The child who was blessed with his face, and you who was cursed to never have him ever again.

"Mother where's daddy?"

He asks for the tenth time.

"Mother, when will he come back?"

He always knows the answer.

Fiend. Why do you to torture me so? The repetitive questions.

His face.

"Mother, do you love me?"

It broke me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I embraced him, and all was gone.

I love you, I really do. Forever, and ever, I am yours, only yours. I can't love anything else without you. I am nothing without you.

My dear, I will never let you go.

I've forgotten who I was before. Forgotten why I wept. Why I hated you. Why I loved you.

My child, the only thing left of you. He leaves today too.

Willow, willow, sing away. To live alone and let your heart astray. Will you end your song today? To follow him to your heart's content.

I've raised him well, did you see? He's just like you, don't you see? He left me too...

But I'm no longer sad.

I'm proud.

Willow, widow, sing away. To live alone and let your heart astray. Will you end your song today? To follow him to your heart's content.

To follow the one who left long ago. Creature who lived in darkness, deprived everyone of your love, but to the one who was blessed with his face light will follow.

Willow, widow, what shall we do now?

Embrace the darkness, and forever be with you again.

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About the Creator

Barbara Blatch

Writing is one of my on-going hobbies. I usually do it after a harsh day. Most of my writings end to being a bit sad, but it makes me feel free when I write them.

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