The rain spilling down her soft cheek
Marked her wrinkles with rivulets
Of sorrow.
Immeasurable agony
Mingling with the rain on her face
As she wept.
Endless and enduring sorrow;
A love, lost even to her dreams,
Still burning.
Will the pain ever cease to tear
At her heart and her weary mind
This side of death?
Will the death of her fading mind
Be enough to silence the pain?
Will it linger?
How cruel is life, how unfair,
If all she remembers of him
Is loneliness?
I listen to the weeping night.
She sleeps and dreams he’s by her side.
And I weep, too.
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