There’s a dense cloud of solitude tonight,
across the courtyard, the streets, and the park.
I see the autumn’s frost, clinging to the window
of our empty bedroom, that’s no longer warm.
The colorful maples, cast away their leaves,
to blanket the sidewalks, and the lonely streets.
From this silent room… so mournfully quiet,
I hear the music and the drunken laughter
coming from the tavern, just around the corner.
Then an out-of-tune, staggering bohemian,
stops beneath the window, bellowing the blues.
With my spirit broken, I too sing along,
but, I sing the lyrics of another song.
The glow of a streetlamp, brightens up the room,
and I read the words of your good-bye note.
With my knotted throat, I scream out in silence
and stare at the door—that you left ajar.
Then a lake of tears, flowing from my soul,
overwhelms with sorrows, my broken heart.
Questioning my fate, I gaze out my window,
searching for an answer, in the starless night.
Then I hear a whisper creaking by the door,
And I turn to look hoping for your smile,
but with disappointment, and watery eyes,
I watch as the wind draft, slams the door shut.
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Cheers
Alain
Be always safe,
Karen
John