LONELINESS
- The rain and the wind and the murk
- Over cold water desert of fall,
- Here, life's interrupted till spring;
- Till the spring, gardens barren and tall.
- I'm alone in my cottage, it's dim
- By the easel, with drafts from the rims.
- The other day, you came to me,
- But I feel you are bored with me now.
- The somber day's over, it seemed
- You've been there for me as my spouse.
- Well, so long, I will somehow strife
- To survive till the spring with no wife.
- The clouds, again, have today
- Returned, passing patch after patch.
- Your footprints got smudged by the rain,
- With water, are filled, by the porch.
- And it hurts watching, lonely, the flare
- Of the fall's evening vanishing glare.
- I gasped to call after you fast:
- Please come back, you're a part of me, dear;
- As for women, there is no past
- Once love ends, you're a stranger to her;
- Well, I'll drink and let fire burn logs,
- Would be splendid to get me a dog.
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