Downpour obscures
A mirror
Of recollections—
A blustery day,
At the point when I return to
Our history...
What's more, this time
Try not to leave.
I investigate void spots
In my heart—
Times together,
Where we're currently separated.
As the foghorn
Echoes my sadness
With the forlorn
Sound of the ocean,
Also, wailing
Waves and weeds
Are miserable music
I had always wanted.
Our affection notes
Soaked in downpour
Obscure
In a mist of torment;
Toward the finish of words
You leave
Me caught
In a labyrinth of distress...
Lost
In a drizzly path,
Alone
With fog and torment.
