‘Lingering’
Even the happy things
hold a sadness, lingering
with importunity
like a fading kiss
Still hovering
on the premises
as wraith, as mist
Seeking to steal
kill and destroy our
joy and happiness
It’s darkening cloud
cloaking like a fine grey
shroud over every missed
opportunity and day
when hope takes wings
and flies clear away
©JoyLenton2014
