The Mourning

02/06/24

When the crows come down to mourn at the behest

Of this tortured poet you’ve laid to rest

Remember the tears of sorrow and happiness that poured out of my pen

For those words are my whispers of “I love you”,

I leave in the end

Soon the shadows will leave you and a new day will come

Find me in the breath of the sparrows, and in the rays of the sun

I loved you with all my heart and here, I will patiently wait

Until I feel you near me as my eternal soulmate.

Thomas Michael Pico

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