Lost Love

Drizzle on the window pane
I watch the drops stream slowly down
The melancholy pace, an erratic path
Matches my mood, as I think of you

The glass is cold, my heart is too,
Bones chilled through
I gaze through the fog
Thinking of you

We had it once,
A connection so deep
And now you’re gone
I can never sleep

Painted layers flake apart
Time doesn’t heal a thing
I’m done, I’m done,
I’m done with you.

Kira Braun