A wisp of hair, a downward glance,
a pensive still romancing thought,
alone and left to own resorts,
a mind immersed in loving notions
to remedy a heart forlorn.
Lost, despair in vagrant wonder,
she ponders all transpired,
the fires that flame by flame did tire,
and in parade besmirched her very soul,
and left her yearning.
The tears fell like raindrops on a pane,
slow and downward trails,
like paths they had walked,
colored blooms adorned
but now withdrawn from view.
Darkened clouds assumed a mantle broad,
as sun had been deplored,
as it reminded her of days gone by,
hand in hand they’d stride,
through field and thicket both.
Now, the darkness held her tight,
the day’s like night did veil her,
as her heart in broken will,
did suffer as the chill of winter’s mourning,
the sorrow still outpouring.
Eyes closing to squeeze those tears,
their painful reminiscence
of games they’d play, fears
hiding and found in gleeful fun,
those days imbued and halcyon.
His scent so redolent, so familiar,
it wafted in and out of her senses,
as if he were there, and beside her,
but just a memory that taunted her still,
in her dark malaise.
Head hung in lowly state,
broken her heart, her back ached,
and she could not find her feet,
this weighted burden too deep
to release her from its captivity.
Time would tell,
as faded love finds new dawns to ignite,
but now it was all she could do
to fight the sorrow,
until the sun tomorrow tried to shine,
she would wait, just to see if it aligned.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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