Lovelorn
Alone at twilight on a bench
I heard a stirring up above
And looked to see, upon a branch
Were perched a pair of mourning doves
How I wish that they could tell me
What it’s like to have a love
But I knew then as the night befell me
It was far too much to ask them of.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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