nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

BUT DAINTILY

But daintily
The raindrops dance
Upon windows sill
A sweet romance
A hidden hand
Conducts the flow
Its three months since
You left you know.

Many mornings
Such as this
Ive reminisced
About your kiss
A candle lit
In silent air
Your coat still hangs
Upon the stair.

A morning coffee
A cigarette
Left to wonder
Why you left
The hours pass
In disarray
Lonely still
The heartstrings play.