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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

 
9 Comments

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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