After you are gone
in the empty hours
falling shrouds of winter
drape around my heart
vines of loneliness
wind around me
as the moon’s pale face
rises in black branches
illuminating the thorns
of your betrayal
echoes of our song
fade gently into the night
carried away
on sorrowful winds
that serenade me
as I sleep

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