Lost in the Sunset
Xaviera LeVasseur
Copyright Xaviera LeVasseur 2012
Published at Smashwords
Lost in the Sunset
X.O LeVasseur
Part I
A mirror facing the vast blue
and a woman standing before it,
decorated the way a proper woman should be.
But her heart is heavy with longing and her mind
strays from the thoughts of a proper woman’s duties.
Her strength went away on the sea
to serve as a proper man should.
She went away with him in spirit,
while her body lingers in this empty home, awaiting
his return and promise off safety.
A mirror facing the vast blue
and the young woman standing before it,
awaiting a spec in the horizon
that decorates the mirror.
Her loves been lost in the sunset.
Part II-The Letter
Upon a creaky window seat
in her creaky home,
she still watches the rippling horizon.
The woman’s second soul is still lost,
lost since that dreaded sunset.
Today she’s received a letter
from her dedicated soldier.
Her heart rose with the sun today, and stole her breath away.
“Darling...”
She thought she could almost feel his pain in what he wrote.
“There hasn’t been a day that you’ve left my mind.
and I can feel you here with me,
through everyday.”
A drop fell from her stricken face,
landing on the page, streaking the ink.
“This war has stolen from us
but I promise I’ll come home.
I wouldn’t leave you like this
not so soon.”
The sunset will bring you back.
Just like it took you, she whispers.
“They are sending us to Normandy.
I don’t know when I’ll be back,
but I will be.”
With that she forced away a cry.
“I want you to know,
I love you. I miss you.
And I’ll be home.”
I love you, too, she whispers again;
leaving the letter on her creaky window seat.
Part III-The Final Scene
War is a tragedy that burdens every country.
It steals, it breaks.
It’s stolen from this woman
and she awaits the moment
that it breaks her.
Love was taken to Normandy,
it’s been long since that letter.
It was the last she knew from him.
It was now June 6th, 1994
and town spoke of invasion today.
They call it D-Day.
And he promised.
…
The days that followed
tore her apart
starting at her core.
All she needed was a letter.
A letter signed in his name.,
And when she received her letter,
she prayed to her Lord,
pleaded.
He needed to come home.
God, show his way.
Hesitation-tainted, shake-y hands,
she opens her envelope.
Her eyes shut, after a moment,
and the paper fell from her hands.
Grief stricken tears soon followed.
A mirror facing the vast blue
and the widow standing before it.
Decorated in black, as was proper.
Her heart was killed in Normandy and her mind in denial.
Her thoughts strayed to his impossible return.