Dying Of The Light

On the table
The candle sputters
Flame flickers
Almost guttering
But does not die

At the table
A heart yearns
Tears form
As hope fades
She cries inside

At the table
A rhetorically thought
He’s not coming
How cruel
She dies inside

At home
Her heart aches
Her spirit breaks
She drains the glass
And she dies

An deliberately opaque poem of love, loss and death. A woman waits for a loved on who does not come...


Sad Love Poetry


Sad Poems of Love and Loss

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