I Wonder
I wonder why on winter night so cold
as darkness looms and daylight takes her bow
that I am feeling loneliness take hold.
I wonder what it is she’s doing now;
perhaps she’s letting poetry console
emotions that her life does not allow.
I wonder why I feel I’ve lost control
and wishing that forever I could flee
these torrid storms that start to fill my soul.
I wonder if she ever thinks of me
and wishes we could make a brand new start;
or if, from love, she’s happy to be free.
My storms are raging since we’ve been apart;
I wonder if it’s raining in her heart.
January 12, 2020
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