Raining
I came home alone
on my own (again)
in the rain.
The room was cold
and bare – empty
without you there.
Mind dull with pain,
face wet and stained,
full of mascara and grief.
Of goodbye – disbelief!
Morning holds
nothing new.
The usual chaos
and boredom.
No you…
Frances Macaulay Forde @ 1972
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