Leaving you behind

A poem

When the wind grows stronger

and the green grass begins to brown,

I beg you not to shed a tear when

you wake to find I’m not around.

The sun will still shine brightly,

the eager darkness will not expand.

I pray your smile will still appear

when you reach out for my hand.

The memories, the moments, all

seared upon my willing mind

I’ll have but one regret in dying,

and that’s leaving you behind.