Misty Eyes, With A Hint Of Dew...
April 07, 2017
Back in December, three months before,
Remember you told me an age-old lore?
A tale of Time, Oh, She’s a powerful mistress!
You said, “Nothing’s constant, neither joy nor distress”
Today as I tread alone, misty eyes, with a hint of dew,
Vacant heart, a hole in the shape of you.
Although this is nothing new,
Every time you leave me wondering, without a clue.
And if Time is true to all her might,
I pray that she’d make things alright,
That someday, gone will be your anger;
A happy ending to this cliff-hanger..