On this dull day

No girls pass

Before my bedroom glass.

 

 

On other days

It has reflected back

The black

And white

Who have relieved

My lonely night.

 

Sometimes when they leave

I grieve

For the cost

Of lost

Souls. and love

That is not love.

 

Butterflies fly away.

But no, they stay

Caught in rhymes

Though they know it not.