Poetry: The Woman You Almost Loved

The lonesome cry of a mourning dove

Echoes for the woman you almost loved.

A cherished lady whom you once kissed

Now stands alone in the cold, grey mist.

And on the ground lay shattered pieces of

The heart of this woman you almost loved.

The one you favored with your grace

Shall never more feel your embrace.

Her sorrow fits her like a glove

For she is the woman you almost loved.

In her world there are no tomorrows

It’s yesterday from which she borrows.

Rain falls gently from above

Like the tears of the woman you almost loved.

From her grief the lady knows

‘Tis a somber wisdom time bestows.

Again the cry of a mourning dove

Weeping for me; the woman you almost loved.