Sighing Once Again
The last time someone I cared for
shut me out this quickly and this much,
was the last time they closed that door,
leaving me aught but the broken handle to clutch.
They say I shouldn't feel this way in two weeks,
should not yet get this hurt;
I wish so, but solace my heart seeks,
when one so open turns so curt.
It's been raining these few days,
which always suits me just fine.
It fits being lost in this maze
of worries and doubts of mine.
The dreaded Friday the 13th comes by
and brings with it the cliff I feared,
the vague ending I always decry,
the goodbye with no answers, ardor bleared.
It's by no means the end of my world,
indeed just an example of how it's always been.
So back to that road I am freshly hurled,
tonight sighing once again.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2017