Where were you when I needed you?
(Standing, standing)
The wind moans your name at night,
Cries for you in the daylight hours.
And where were you in my distress?
(Watching, watching)
Arms folded,
Eyes hard and distant.
(Waiting, waiting)
Oh, my love, can it be you did not know?
The wind, the wind
MUST have whispered to you...
I saw you there, saying no word.
But where was I then?
(Leaving, leaving...gone.)
Rebecca Rothman McCoy writes poetry and freelances as an audiobook editor. She is happily married and a proud mother of a seven month old daughter.
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