There she sat, <br />With her arms around his hat, <br />Her face was fool of tears <br />And thoughts over flowing with fears, <br />There she was in the dark <br />With two pieces of her heart, <br />He us to always be there <br />Now her heart will not repair. <br />This is a poem fool of sorrow <br />And yet none of it is barrowed <br />For all was and is mine <br />And I did it before I was twenty nine. <br />And whence to the grave I go <br />He shall not have to fallow. <br />Under that brick plat <br />She will steal be holding his hat.<br /><br />Layla Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-his-hat/
