Then You Were There

"The wind whipped my face

Tears rolled down it frantically

I wished your hands were there

Cradling it so gently

And somehow when I scream

I swear you're kissing me

And somehow when I smile

I swear you're holding me

My eyes broke out into tears

When I replayed sad images

Of me yelling at you

How could I be so mean

Yet, then you were there

I swear you were

And all I could do was cry

Because then you were there"

Grace Marshall

Poem, "Then You Were There"
(Please also see my alternate version, "Then You Are Here" posting on this blog in two days.)