The Dark
I hear outside my window the grey dove cry
As sun slides down the mountains, and I sigh
Watching night curtaining my city
Blotting streaks of violet from the sky
Shadows start to overtake the little light
Left glimmering as day turns into night.
He has left me! Easily the dark
Empties out the joy in me that once burned bright.
No trace of light remains under the door’s crack.
The dark, dressed in ebony, slips into pitch black.
Melancholy wraps me in my silent room.
In anguish, my brain screams out: I want him back!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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