Should You Ever Tarry

Should you ever tarry, for even the briefest of moments, Amongst the quiet of the pre dew-drenched grey dawning, And, wiping away just one hesitant, lingering tear, Fancy you might hear my soft footfall moving steadily through When gently brushing aside those thin veils draped as if they Were the great sorrows Which hung from the ancient walls of long-vanished Nineveh, Feel a fleeting, but heartfelt, pang of remorse at my passing... Know then I will have touched you as a slowed finger traces Across the deeply ingrained lines upon a tired lovers Aging face.