Francis

Through a thunderstorm
I wait and listen
for familiar footfalls
that never come

I'm drenched by the rain
or is it my tears?
They sting my very soul
now empty, lonely

There were no goodbyes,
so suddenly you left
amidst spirits and joy,
a smile and a wink

As I slept in the dark
awakened by a ring, a sad voice;
I reached out only to touch
silence and a shivering cold

But the storm will end
the warmth to return,
a visit perhaps by you
when the day is high

Then my tears will dry
with a glowing smile
your voice I may not hear
but your laughter echoes in my heart