Sonnet 487

My eyes burst open at the thunderclap,
I reached beside and found that you were gone;
The linen cold revealing time had passed,
My mind yet numb recalled no other sounds.
Another flash then lit the vacant room,
The chaise lounge where you laid your clothes now bear;
A rumbling dread now echoed through that tomb,
I lit the candle hoping you were there.
In haste I rose and searched by flickering light
Beneath the raging din of pelting rain,
My heart beats joined the drops in panicked plight
As ragged streaks etched anguish in my brain.
There on the table lay a shadowed note
That cleft more keenly than a lightning bolt.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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