Charcoaled chunks of embered fire, a window,
wailing winds, where are you my love?
Did disaster of dawning hours, the sun,
setting suddenly, losing you in their course?
Yearnfully you not present here, this bed,
bodily barren, what took you from me?
Was widowing welcomed instead, the dark,
discourse disturbing, emotionally inept in your heart?
Pallid projections of mirrored images, misery,
misusing memories, what words could I breathe?
Could chance create possibilities, this love,
longingly languished, incessantly asking for your return?
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