Midnight again,Β 
my soul silent
as regret hung like soft mist

upon the earthΒ 
and longing loitered
upon red lips.
I can hear the heartbeat
of dying leaves, of
bewildered wind
that knows not difference

between smoke and sky,
questioning me why you left.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Quadrille #63 @ dVerse Pub

and on Tuesday Platform @ Real ToadsΒ