Louisa

by Liz Bright

December 29, 2014

I remember now

That the sun is going down

Your hair was gold

Just like the sunlight

And your smile

Felt like the beams

Of golden sun

Touching that last hill

Though I still find it

Hard to believe

That those smiles

Shined down on my shoulders

Like these beams are now

Louisa, why did you stay

You could have left

But you didn't

You stayed

I miss you, Louisa

But I won't ask

You to come back

I'm not cruel

Hey, Louisa,

Remember the days

In the field while

The sun went down

Like the way it is today

You had a pretty red cape

And I brought you

home by moonlight

So your father wouldn't know

I had dirty shoes

And one pair of my clothes

While you had a new dress

Every day (and you were always beautiful)

But my god, Louisa,

Why me? I wasn't

Special or anything

Like the rich men

Just a farm boy

Who loved you

It wasn't worth it

Louisa

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