Phil Hebert
Willow in the Wind (Poem)
As the light fades
from her eyes
and the cinnamon color of her skin
turns yellow
I think back over the years
and wonder what became of the time.
The volatility has slowly vaporized.
It seems like only yesterday
that we were young
It seems like yesterday
that we existed
only for each other.
Her eyes held only love and admiration
mine held only devotion and adoration for
the young brown girl I held.
She was so petite and delicate
that it seemed a squeeze
would break her.
But 54 years have passed
and I love her all the more.
So tiny, petite, and delicate
but she won’t break
she will bend like the
willow in the wind.
How can I go on
without my lover,
my partner,
my best friend?
Time has lead us
to this fork:
she’ll tread one path
and I will live alone on another.
We will talk as before
but only in my mind.
Go softly my willow in the wind
and I’ll stay here alone.