Round the river
by the empty bank
she no longer
goes alone

Bleak like winter
Stark memory
retains the empty
All of it

The anger passed
The sadness too
all wrapped in
this apathy

Some bird singing
evokes a jealousy,
A longing
and a dull pain

The stale air
hangs deep
Clings on
in a slimy fog

A friend whispers
They should go
A heart sighs
and she knows

She knows
but the fog
hasn't lifted
yet