Sitting.....
Listening to the rain.
Brought forth, a memory.
Of a life, I'll never see again.
Of places, and lovers..... faces.
Long gone, and flown.
Of growing old, in another's arms
Loves, lives, and mystic charms.
My life's past so fast.
Like my women..... it seems, and none.... remained.
Perhaps.
I'll leave this world.
Like, I arrived
All ....Alone
Giajl © Jim Love