The man called to work
late in the cold rainy night,
the dark hour be cursed
and with bags in hand,
kisses on the cheek goodbye -
mindless. Affection
buried within him,
it impossible to let
free! The door slams shut.
Emptiness abounds,
the floodgates are opened. Cries
are the only sound.
Rain falls on the silent street
tears wiped by fading warm sheets
About the Creator
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