It's been many decades since our first dance Without you, the music doesn’t move me We met, by chance, from a single glance If only, a composition for loss was the key Setting me free. Maybe. If loss I could foresee Dwelling on bygones, the fetal position forms On knees. For your love, one more day, I plea Loss comes in swarms of grief-stricken storms Jazz, blues, R&B. Even country; grief deforms All my crayons are gray since you’ve gone away The past, on replay, in every room. My new norm I miss you so ... more words would not help to say You are in my bones. I feel your weight although I’m alone Dragging me into auto-pilot navigation - an unmanned drone

This is a 14-line Spenserian sonnet developed by Edmund Spenser in his Amoretti. It varies from the English form by interlocking the three quatrains (ABAB BCBC CDCD EE).
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