Be Home Soon

 

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.

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Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from smokedval

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This poem was written many years ago for someone whose lover did not come home that night. They never came home again.