Left Behind

• Lydia Cargeeg, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2009

People always leave,
But I wonder where they go?
Are you blinded by bright lights?
That gleam as white as snow.

Or do you see what I see,
Only, perched upon a cloud?
Knowing my deepest thoughts,
Too painful to speak aloud.

And tell me was it you?
Were you the chilling breeze?
That sent shivers down my back,
Weakening me at my knees.

Hidden from the world of now,
You promised, forever you and me.
One day our spirits will dance again,
Wherever you may be.