It was a fierce, cold winter wind
that blew across the valley,
chilling to the heart and to the bone,
You left well before the onset of winter;
leaving me to face this cold alone–
I saw you in a dream last night–
I’d called for you to come and let me know,
What life is like in that place where you are now,
And was it very hard for you to go?
But in my dream, you just walked by,
without a glance or nod in my direction,
You looked quite well, your cap on straight,
and fit, as though you came just for inspection.
Then I awoke, and lay there, still, asking myself–
What it all really was about —
Was I being told I’d have to wait?
My heart and mind are riddled with fresh doubt.
Sandra Lee Smith
Written February 18, 2012,
Updated August 29, 2018
