Sorrow.

The cloak of sorrow weighed heavy upon my shoulders
saturating my soul akin to a damp overcoat on a February morning.
Trudging,my heart screams through the days in shoes that pinch and sting fitted by loneliness.
Driven daily by torn sails my broken heart
lies becalmed in a sea where the wind was but a sigh.

She was my future n'er to be,
My summer sun that blazed in a featureless sky.
The destination that made every journey meaningful,
my inspiration, my dream.
I loved her...
and I let her go

x
For Kathleen my ex wife.