He trudged,

Silently.

Leaden feet,

Almost as heavy as his heart.

He knew,

From the start

That carving her initials

May break both their hearts.

The forest is silent,

Except for a whispering breeze.

He has no direction,

He has lost his way.

Not just today,

But for many days.

The trees all look the same,

In this quest that has no name.

As night draws in

He feels helpless,

Useless,

Then falls to watch the moon.

Hoping soon

That dawn will break

And light his way

To peace, for both of them.

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Owain Glyn