Anguish

I sat down the silent Brooke,
Gazing at the fishing hook;

The crystal water so still,
Sent deep down a chill;

The future seemed so bleak.
And, tears rolled down my cheeks.

I felt a lump in my throat,
When I peered at the note;

The last letter ever
I got from my lover.

I still can't believe
That my life is to grieve

Gone are the sweet days
As bright as sun's rays

Will I ever get to see him?
The chances seemed so grim

Yet another girl caused the rift,
The thoughts left me miffed.

So, the grief I swallow
All are not so hollow.