July 7, 1992

199. While You Were Away: A Quiet, Mournful Rain

I woke early this morning,
Not with the rising sun,
For the sky had turned grey
And soft, warm raindrops
Were tapping on my window.
I thought then, what woke me?
Was it late in the day?
No, it was still only six hours
Into this gloomy, dreary day.
Maybe it was thunder or lightning?
No, this was a quiet, mournful rain
Like the storm inside my lonely heart.
It was then I realized what woke me--
A pillow soaked through with one thousand tears.
I had been dreaming of you
And how much my heart missed you,
While I was in my house of silence,
Drowning in this cold puddle of tears.
Please, my love, come back to me
Before I slip under my tears...forever.......

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