Left Never Yet Poem by Artemis Zarchae

When the wind bolws in the pasture
And the birds fly near the sea
And you look across the ocean
And you never again see me
Always remember I was waiting
Waiting as I said I would.
If I am not there waiting
Waiting as I should
Always remember that I was waiting
And that you just never came.
I may not be there standing.
I may not be sleeping in my bed
I may be lying in my grave
Or in the ever-after, dead.
And this is just a poem I left
To tell you if you are not dead
That I have never really ever left.