She Came To See What She Had Wrought Poem by James McLain

She came when dusk lay soft and wide,
The wind was hushed, the earth was still,
Beneath the weight of time and tide,
Beneath the loss, beneath the will.

She walked where once her laughter fell,
Now silence wrapped the barren ground,
No echoes stirred, no whispers swelled,
No trace of love she thought was bound.

The walls she built stood cold and bare,
Their hollows gaping, stripped of grace,
A shadow flitted through the air—
Her own, yet strange, a stranger's face.

She reached, but found no hand to take,
No voice to call, no warmth to find,
And in the dark, she knew too late—
She had unmade what once was kind.

The night grew deep, and she was gone.














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