In her youth

She died young

Tragic

A fluke of nature took her

She did not live long

But she lived well

She died young

Left behind

A daughter and family

Too many friends 

Things to be done

She died young

She had loved 

Been loved

And known heartache 

It had changed her

But she died young

Left a hole in this world 

That would be filled

Filled with memories

Of her 

In her youth

©johnfklee

Veiled

Like a bride's white 

Or a widow's lace 

She wore her heart under a veil 

That she could see out

But those who could 

See not the complete visage of her

Her words spoken with full voice 

But eyes averted

Looking down 

Or away

Those others could not gage

Smile

Frown

Or even a wink

Nor tear

Or twinkle

What veils could not cover

He dress could conceal

Neither all white

Nor black silhouette 

But colored to confuse

And lead those eyes 

Away 

From her face

Not to be seen

Unless she lifted the veil

Yet

It was so heavy at times 

That she could only lift

With the help of another 

But how would they know

If they could not see

©johnfklee

Buried words

Hope

Spoken but no longer to be his

Promise

Broken and lost out in the mist

Feeling 

Written on paper burnt to ash

Love 

Proved not strong enough to last

Future

Ended when one's direction changed

Heart

Scarred but must withstand the pain

Word

Buried no longer his to say 

©johnfklee