‘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