Through the arches she could see the door
and sense the emptiness living there. She ached
with the unforgiving sadness of the coming rain.
As the fog rolled in, she shivered and donned
her cape, seeking the warmth she’d known.
Nothing could replace those tender moments.
He used to say, I think its going to rain.
Such a silly phrase. How prophetic.
The heart ignores awakenings, she mused.
The transition from love to heartache can be
but a moment in time.
There is no cure for a broken heart.
No arresting tears of sorrow.
another point in time,
©J.E.Goldie May 25, 2019