The lost doves of lonliness

In the winter mornings breaking light.
I see my grief in the early 
clouds of the day.
They are sad and always misty gray.
A thermal from a sun belonging 
to happier times.
Carries them into the distance.
As if to carry my sadness away.
Always slowly so very slowly.

They visit me like lostdoves
singing their sadness.
like atune I have half forgotten.
I feel them upon my shoulders.
Whispering their empathetic mantra.
We mate for life, just like you did.
Now we are lost and alone as well. 
Cooing their tears
Like the hue of the 
shades of fading memory.