NaPoMo 7: Mists of Living

In the gathering mists of living
I found a man sitting alone
beneath the willow tree
his eye caught mine and
I felt a chill in my bones
as in the darkness I knew his name
we’d met before too many times
but this time I didn’t turn back
instead I sat beside him
it’s time to hear what he had to say
and as I listened I felt my soul stir
with the raging fury of his pain
and when he was done talking
he stood to leave
and I heard my voice cry
‘Don’t go, I need you now’

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Free Verse