The wild winter winds are cold outside
Rain traces tears down the window pane
Dead leaves swirling in the courtyard
Point their fingers for I am to blame
For she has finally left me here
What a homecoming this is for me
House now shrouded in bleakest darkness
I walk though all the rooms in despair
Each precious moment now crams my brain
The error of my ways is now clear
It was spring when we met that first time
Beautiful the past days seem to be
My mind tries to block out each sad thought
For the affair with that other girl
Lost the richest pearl I held so dear
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Oh that regret! Like the image of rain tracing tears down the window pane.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. Regret is a heavy burden. Largely because we idealise our memories, but heavy none the less.
ReplyDeleteI like this one. A lost pearl indeed!
ReplyDeleteSometimes there's no coming back from a bad choice.
ReplyDeleteMistakes can be costly.
ReplyDeleteSometimes our regrets help us become better and allow us to see things with a different perspective. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteThe speaker paid a heavy price for his infidelity, and rightly so!
ReplyDeleteDeception can be a costly business, especially when we betray our heart...
ReplyDeleteThat is what happens.
ReplyDeleteThis is a sad and sorry tale that is all too familiar. Well penned, my friend. I like the rain like tears and the leaves in the courtyard, echoing the desolation.
ReplyDeleteAh the regret.....if only he had thought of what could happen before...... a lesson for sure.
ReplyDeleteSo much can be lost for that single affair... think before is the best.
ReplyDeleteThe environment always knows what is precious, especially when it goes. Pointing fingers, raining broken pearls.
ReplyDeleteBad choices have a way of exacting a painful price. Well penned.
ReplyDeleteAh, how many times has this scene played itself out. How many lessons learned! Well said
ReplyDeleteAn opening and closing scene, both well painted with your fine use of words.
ReplyDeleteO dear this is a sincere lament. Luv the closing line just summs up the feelings of the persona
ReplyDelete"Lost the richest pearl I held so dear"
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ReplyDeletemuch love...
deep thoughts.
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