Tears 🦋

There is a quiet in my heart,

Like one who rests from days of pain, outside, the sparrows on the roof

Are chirping in the dripping rain.

Rain in my heart, rain on the roof

And memory sleeps beneath the gray

And windless sky and brings no fantasies of any well-remembered day.

I would not have the heavens fair,

Nor golden clouds, nor breezes mild,

But days like this, until my heart

To loss of you is reconciled.

I would not see you.

Every hope

To know you as you were has ranged. I, who am altered, would not find

The face I loved so considerably changed.