I did not see her as she went —
a shadow, slipping into the gray
and black and white of swirling snow
pouring from the ashen sky.

I did not see her as she went,
but I heard the thunder of her steps,
and tasted bitter remorse as she wept
and crossed over far away from me.

I did not see her as she went,
and this I regret. If I had seen
and followed her into the snow,
perhaps she would have stayed.
Perhaps I would have stayed her hand
above my sorry head
if I had caught her coattails
as she turned to go,
even held her there with force.

I do not know. I do not know.
She may have gone,
all the same. It does not matter
in the end.

For as it goes so oft with love,
I did not see her as she went,
slipping out on wings of blue,
she lighted, then she flew
away from me into the west,
toward some other heart,
some other nest,
that she could warm
without fear of pain. Oh, love,
oh, love,
I should have seen you as you went.

Notes on “As She Went”

Another sad love poem for you today. I promise we’ll have some more uplifting ones as we near the midpoint of February. In this poem, I wanted to call on older traditions, hence the more “romantic” feel. It’s also been a very snowy winter here in New England, and that’s certainly informed some of the images in this poem.

Anyway, I hope that you’ve enjoyed this poem and that it made you feel something. Let me know what you think in the comments, or talk to me about anything — I’d love to hear your voice! If you’re interested in more info about my 14 Poems of Love project, check out the intro.

Photos were sourced from Unsplash, and designs were created on Canva.

Read the next poem of love — 14 Poems of Love No. 12 / This Is Not A Choice

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