Before Sorrow

missing the Garden of Eden- Eve's perspective

I miss walking beside you, hand in hand,
Your soft voice singing at day’s end-
Sweet companionship my peace
‘midst green and growing things,
Cool evening rest without regrets-
Simple joy unsullied,
Nothing hidden,
Nor yet rebellion’s stain
A sword between us
Before the choice
That ripped my hand from yours
And drowned out your voice
In death.