Gone like the rain
 

As the night closes in and the bedroom grows

Cold, a moon-shadow hovers to torment the

Soul. A love that once was but was never for

Thee, a kiss and a cuddle somewhere else to be

As the night closes in and the memories roll

The 'what might have been' keeps sleep from

The door. It's so easy to lace all the past with

Regret, By what measure does two-timing gain

Your respect?

As the night closes in hear the rain on the glass

A half-broken heart sheds a tear for the past

The blues kinda hit you but there'll be better days

You'll wake up one morning he'll be gone like the

Rain

© Joseph G Dawson
08/01/2018 – 10/07/2016