Lonesome Dove

Lonesome Dove

twenty degrees and windy
as darkness settles over the town
tree limbs scrape the window
fat white flakes float to the ground

inside its warm and cozy
disguising the night time gloom
music plays softly in the background
perfumed candles illuminate the room

she lounges on the sofa
wrapped in her favorite blankie
eyes closed and dreaming
of where she'd rather be

snuggled up in the arms
of the only man she truly loves
instead of sitting here
feeling like a lonesome dove

a single tear slowly slides
down her porcelain cheek
as she craves for the comfort
of the lover she does seek

these wishes will be fulfilled
the day she lays upon her death bed
and unites once again
with the man she long ago wed