Clutching At Straws

She sits alone at the foot of the bed
Staring straight through the old books that she’s read
She cycles through the thoughts of that day
She knows in her heart that they’ll all go astray before morning
She sits a while at the old writing desk
Sifting through papers each line now a test
There in a drawer a letter from him
Opening it now her head starts to swim
And she’s clutching, clutching at straws
The wind in the willows a song for her loss
She’s holding, holding that stone
Its hung forty years round her neck as she’s grown
Older alone
Grasp the meaning in each twisted line
Here is a man who was not of his time
The end of the page is signed with a kiss
This part of the story she still seems to miss
They walk side by side now he sets the pace
Tries to explain he abandoned the race
‘All that I saw was fuel for the fire'
‘Even you my love couldn’t lift me higher'
And he’s shifting, shifting his feet
‘I'll turn away now we’ll no longer meet'
‘And someday this grief it too shall pass'
‘While over my head grows the longest of grass'