Sorrow

Sorrow did not find me, that day beneath the willow tree.
It did not come to greet me, when I knew that you were free.

Sorrow did not meet me, by the quiet riverside.
Nor chase me through the silence, on the day you truly died.

Sorrow did not follow, through the midnight of my dreams,
Nor guide me through the shadows, when I woke to fractured schemes.

But sorrow came thereafter, like a friend I’d never known,
It wrapped me in its shroud of grief, and claimed me as its own.