A love that once was…
but now the love is not returned;
A fire that had once been ignited…
is now a flame that will not burn.
The snow storm that would not cease;
The virus that would not die;
A plague on a poor soul…
yet the eyes that never cry.
Alone in a room;
With just your thoughts and bare white walls;
A scream that could not be heard…
or is everyone ignoring your calls?
Then you look out your window;
You light a candle to watch its flame burn;
You watch the sunrise, to brighten your world;
You see a love that does return.