Mournful


The rain tonight makes a
lonely, haunting melody.
The gentle rhythm keeps time
with my tears;
they fall together.
The chill in the air wraps itself
around my heart,
enfolding it in its icy grip;
the pain!
The kettles' whistle
is a mournful cry,
tearing at my emotions.
It plays a tune,
the cry of lost love;
the loss is mine.
The rocking chair in which I sit
creaks slowly,
telling me of its
awareness of my sorrow.
I am lost. Without you.

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