strums of sorrow,
was heard across the deep abyss of cold darkness,
a lad was playing a melody for a girl who left.
such melancholic tune,
it rhymes with the cries of the moon.
sighing and gasping was all he can do,
he can't escape the chasm and reach for his star,
he thought she found her happiness above, not knowing that all she wanted was his love.
a tragic romance was all it was,
now the two of them are feeling downcast.
yearning for the wrapping arms of each other,
but they know that it won't be happening anymore.
Jean Meredith
