Lugubrious

The quaver some would savor

playing out upon your lips

The words I’ve often heard

always near and well equipped

The sheen that can be seen

in your slowly welling eyes

A voice that shakes or softly breaks

as it treads ‘tween wails and cries

My heart once wrenched within your clench

for the tears you freely spread

But I’m not sure I can endure

forgiving you again

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