In darkness then, the moaning wind

Pulsed rain across the window glass.

Your sobs, a sad echo, threw mad

Contortions through your face.

Murmuring comfort words,

I held your head to me.

Your hands clasping my arm

I kissed your tears.

And then we clung on,

Bodies now commanding,

Embracing passion: insistent,

Urgent, desperate, final.

Exhausted, longing, hoping,

Rest at last, peace. And your face

Now calm, an angel’s rest.

And at first light you were gone.