I thought I would never write again.
When you left, I was standing in a stupid drizzle,
When drops stayed on my hair like moon-pearls,
They said sometimes,
You have the words, the love of a beautiful woman.
Made beautiful by the timelessness
Of your thoughts.
When the clammy air swirled around me,
And I thought nothing would ever rhyme again.
Like enormous clouds of moisture-dust,
Life is a severed sky,
And nothing, since you left, has rhymed.