One plus one and one before,
Ten thousand times and times and more,
That she had knocked on his door.
To see him: this a priority, fore-
Most on her mind. What for?
She had seen him many times before.
Not the first times her feet have seen this floor.
Her steps echoed ’round that corridor.
Then of the empty room she implored:
“Return to me that which I adored!”
Then weeping left, and sorrow with her bore,
To the beach and on that sandy shore,
She’ll sleep and wait ’til on the morrow once more,
She’ll ask and of the walls implore,
Sympathy, recompense. Who’ll hear? Deaf stone and the shore?
Where among the rocks and sand she’ll walk forevermore.
The inspiration for this one came from Poe’s “The Raven”. I like to think of it as a role reversal and this is Lenore who has survived.