I watched her as she sat,

Gazing out into the night.

I wondered what she sought

That was so far from sight?

I sat and I wondered

Just why she looked so sad.

Were all her good days gone away,

Leaving only bad?

How could someone as beautiful as she

Have a reason so to cry?

Did she suffer some great loss?

Did someone near her die?

As I pondered, watching her,

Her eyes looked up to mine.

She stared deep within my soul

With a beauty so divine.

We began to talk, my beauty and I,

Though she would not share her pain.

But we talked for hours on that night,

So I saw it all the same.

She did not live, my beautiful one,

She died of her grief and pain.

I think I loved her on that night,

Though I never knew her name.

Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006