This was written for a 100-word story challenge, years ago:
The strange man came
singing that lonely song
the strange always sing
he sang for his long
gone lover to return
home
the song was the saddest
thing
like dark dreams
that shield silent screams
before the dawn rain
the strange rain
that claims all that remains
washing it down gutters
and drains
like tears from
long ago pains
He walked along
the soaked path
all alone
He walked wishing
his long gone lover
would return home
little did he know
his long gone lady
friend
was always with him
a shadowy specter
who followed him
day out and in.
