The night wind searched...
For that illusive scrap--
Of paper penned with-
Your romantic ode;
That you left crumpled...
And thrown carelessly...
In anger...
Earlier in the day--
Of our once love;
When nothing but---
Sunshine once courted us;
But as with all good things...
The night and its oft' unpredictable storms...
Came uninvited;
Never planned for---
The dark and its gales...
Attacking the vunerable of our relationships...
Fragile base...;
Disagreements poured heavily...
As an unending rain...
Alas- destroyed in the night-
Winds of change;
And all that is left--
Is a blown crumpled paper...
Of our once deep love;

Theodora (Theo) Onken

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