beteween facination and love pt.2 -Sonnet The tears upon my scope of sadness roll, along the thick rain beating glass so hazed. Nostalgia brushes by my lonely soul, as I recall the moments I had gazed. The times we had together lie behind, but only memories, scents and voices, do. The absence that you aren’t here makes me twined with all the grief and woe and emptiness, too. The days seem hopeless, those without you here. Nevertheless, I know that we will meet some day, for farewell’s followed by, fresh a meeting, dear. That’s what the old saying says and I pray. Eternal promise I make on the god that I will wait for you no matter what.