Be home soon

27 Apr


The rain falls,

drops like tears

on the glass.

The light fades,

yields to a night

without stars.

You will be home soon


The air cools,

makes the house shift,

creak and moan.

An owl hoots

somewhere near.

A wild sound.

You will be home soon.


The clock ticks,

marking time

in endless seconds.

The day breaks,

grey and empty.

The rain still falls.


Please come home soon.



Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This poem was originally written many years ago for someone whose lover did not come home that night. They never came home again.
I posted this here nearly five years ago. It suits my mood today.

Art by Karen Woods


Posted by on April 27, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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9 responses to “Be home soon

  1. Leslie Meeks

    April 27, 2017 at 5:58 pm

    Beautiful and so meloncholy.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. gracefulphrase

    April 27, 2017 at 8:13 pm

    How very touching

    Liked by 1 person

  3. jazzpride

    April 28, 2017 at 12:36 pm

    This is a beautifully written and thought provoking piece

    Liked by 1 person


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