Tears descend unto fissured marble, pattering not unlike the autumn rains
Plaintive sighs whispered into the silence of tragedy
Wind ices my reddened face as I stand six feet above your embrace, longing
There is only a burning emptiness as I wrap myself in scarred arms
Turning away, I remind myself that it only gets colder after fall
Grey skies cajole a downpour as I flee to a broken home