Writing in Snow

Questions about an Old Love

I try to write a sonnet to my love,
His face forgotten through the passing years,
I remember I heard a mourning dove,
Was that an omen or just foolish fears?

I listen for the echo of his voice,
Did it sound like a sparrow or a crow,
Was I the one who made the final choice,
That separated us so long ago?

I remember the fire of his last kiss,
I remember him walking out the door,
Is there anything about him I miss,
Perhaps picking his cloths up off the floor?

Did I love him with unbridled passion,
Or was he just a passing lesson?

Line count: 14
Form: English sonnet – a 14-lime iambic pentameter poem rhyming abab cdcd efef gg