At the end of Words

A rainy day,
Where I revisit
Our history...

And this time
Don't walk away.

I explore the empty places
In my heart—
Times we were together,
And are now apart.

As the foghorn echoes my grief
With the lonely sound of the sea,

And the soft sobbing
Of waves and weeds

Is the sad music of my dreams.

Our love notes
Drenched in rain
Blur
In a fog of pain;

And at the end of words
You leave

And I'm trapped
In a maze of grief...

Lost in a drizzly lane,
Alone with the mist and pain.