It’s Not Fair .... in
That we,
blame .... our,
dreams.
Nor, those in them.
Or even,
those........that are not.
Deliverer, of sorrow ....
You’ve brought me,
much pain.
And my hearts on fire.
Bereft of sun.
The rain, felt cool.
It caressed, my skin.
Invoking memories.
For in those days.
Your life, was a window.
To
my world.
Giajl © Jim Love