October rain hits gently against the darkened window night,
As the fire burning crackles and holds the only light.
A projected shadow looms, dancing wildly on the wall,
There, sat a single figure looking so meek and small.
A blank stare is held, without much of moving lash,
Tears ran fluidly, as is if there were an infinite stash.
Unsteady hands hold a picture tightly, with a longing to see,
Because of unfortunate events, that will never be.
A weak hopeful prayer whispered numbly, from dry lips,
Praying the pain away that is covering them, like a total eclipse.