my new expression for cold, wet and blustery
Winterfilth*© Rachel Green 2019
She relives the past
endlessly blaming the man she loved
for breaking her heart.
No-one else survives her
everyone leaves
one after another
unable to compete with her lost love
(who loved her, still
until she threw him out)
and the rain drips down the windows
blown through the gaps
between glass and lead
until you can't tell which rain
and which are tears.
© Rachel Green 2019
*The tenth month in the Shire calendar, according to Tolkien
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