A storm descends to mar the day
As he looks out from the café.
It brings to mind forgotten pain—
The time he wept like falling rain.
His mind replays those early years,
Forsaken days of pleading tears.
He was naïve, too young to know
The bitter pain that love can sow.
Her amber skin, kissed by the sun,
Was like the softest fabric spun.
Her walk and smile would brighten days
When sadness hung like walls of haze.
Her eyes, akin to burning coal,
Had set ablaze the heart she stole.
Her pouting lips and silky voice
Would make his ardent heart rejoice.
But when the bloom of youth was gone,
Retreating like an early dawn,
The brighter light would soon expose
Infatuation's gasping throes.
He hears a voice as raindrops fall;
They join as one; for her, they call.
The tears he shed the day she left…
The tears he shed the day she left.