Sigh
My heart aches once more
For a lover who has gone
Giving their amour
To another someone
Whom takes a name but mine
My throat chokes again
As I begin
To speak of your name
But this you win
The trophy of my besotted silence
My tears stream one last time
In order to forget
The subject of my rhyme
A lover, a memory, a regret
And here I sigh.
Copyright © Emmy Weatherill | Year Posted 2015
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