One Night Poem by Richard Provencher

Rain sifts through the evening light
small town chatter at its best
Goodnight with children done at last
and happy thoughts at rest -

next door a baby cries in vain
mom is unwell - - husband's not home
and she is in pain, again.

Why does the moon not glow as
once it did, like a torchlight
upon two lovers who found their way?
Yes, tonight is not the same -

only loneliness comes along this path
where kisses once came to play.