Wrenching Waters

Muddy shoes on a lonesome bench
By a lake that makes my heart wrench
I sat alone in this same spot
With a gut tied up in a knot
I could see her still on its shore
A phantom whom I still adored
I wish I saw her in the gown
But with her gone I wished to drown
I looked across the gray waters
And knew I’d ne’er have two daughters
My life had been cast in the deep
And I have since been robbed of sleep
I sat til dusk with a pained mind
And then I left my heart behind
It still sits lonesome on that bench
By the lake that still makes it wrench