Grey Rain

Charmed Chaos

Closed coffin, no last look only to remember
your face–
those eyes that could mesmerize
with one arresting ocean blue glance

A tiny breath, for if I breathe
too much–
I’ll drift away into the memories
that haunt me to this day

The tears will come spilling, falling
grey rain–
shrouding, fading the brilliant sun
whenever I hear this mournful song.

Author’s Note:This song was played at my husband’s funeral and even now, 25 years later it is one that gets me every time I hear it, no matter where I am.He was a musician and used to sing this to me.

dVerse Poetics: Cry Me a River

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