Sonnet 9

Encroaching night embraces me with thought
Nostalgia-born nocturnal restlessness
Recalling what is lost that I had sought
A hollowness I cannot help address

Her pillow still caresses soft my head
Whispering memories of purest love
Like sharing under darkness skin in bed
And gently stroking beauty of a dove

This sonnet's volta has nothing to give
Devoid of healing words or remedies
A shortage that I hope you will forgive
But melancholy hearts can’t always please

There isn’t always comfort for the pain
When after time the scars will still remain