From The 1996 Edition of The Muse: Outside the Window
The wind whistled outside her window
Reminding her of their song.
He would whistle it to her
As they strolled along.
The roses outside her window
Were in bloom bright red.
Reminding her of how it once was
And the words he had said.
The lightning struck outside her window
She remembers how bad it was.
He told her it was over
And his reason was because.
The thunder moaned outside her window
Reminding her of how she cried.
When he said it was over
No matter how hard she tried.
Dan Sylvester