Melancholy Morning

A sparrow calls
Bluebirds sing
Decamped to avoid
The telephone’s ring

Backbreaking work
Soaked in sweat
I haven't managed
To forget you yet

Calloused fingers
Cracking skin
The absence of you
Burns like sin

The lightening sky
As the world awakes
Carrying on seems a burden
I just cannot undertake

Dew-dusted grass
Morning mist low and thick
Your voice calls my name
My mind plays cruel tricks

Rich heady scents
In this rose garden today
I'd do anything at all
For another chance to say

Fictitious Finds