Desolation

I was walking along a muddy road
with the rain pouring down on my face.
Then you saw me
and I saw you.
You came over and gave me a big hug;
you made the rain stop.
Now I'm walking down that same road.
You are there,
a ghost that follows me,
haunts me,
reminding me of the gloomy past
I shouldn't have had,
that I didn't deserve.
Desolation--

and the rain starts to pour.

 

Copyright ©2008  Gretchen Ann Decker

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