As the moon peaks out,
of a cloudy black sky,
after raindrops wash the Dead,
I can see the footprints,
of my Runaway Love,
and my heart is stilled with Dread,
four on the cemetery ground ,
where her feet left tracks,
was a letter she wrote for me alone,
it lays in the mud,
where water pools like blood,
at the foot of my headstone...
©baileysdad
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