Solitude

The fresh spring rain has subsided,

     leaving a heavy fog hanging
 in the early morning air. The only

     hint of life nearby is the sound of

birds singing outside my window.

 

My heart is as heavy as the

     smothering fog because I have

     awakened to the realization that

 your pillow has not been slept on.

 

Our once deep love has diminished

     like the rain; a simple

     misunderstanding developed

into a quarrel, created hostility and

     finally surrendered to indifference.

 

Now you are gone and my life is as

     empty as the six a.m. streets. 
 I have only the sweet smell of spring
     rain, the music of singing birds, and

 lovely memories.

                                 ~ pth