Listening To Her Poem by Randy McClave

Her head came to my nose
When we kissed she was on her toes,
I bent down to speak into her ear
Then I recited her my favorite prose.
The only time that we are eye to eye
Was when beside me she did lie,
Other times she was not near
I never did question or asked her why.
From a far distance I now stare
Beside me, she is no longer there,
God knows why I shed this tear
But, it is her and not me that doesn't care.
Now I heard that she is sick in bed
My heart is full of sadness, and dread,
Sadly with me she is not here
Now she can't listen to what I have said.

Randy L. McClave