The night stumbled
The grief rushed in currents of air
As he gave his final good bye
Her tears of sorrow,
Washed away by his words.
Huddling under overcoats
His mischievous laugh
His care; his swing of love
His cradle of passion
Shadows of things that used to be
hinders her ability to see
into the loneliness of the starless wintry night.
As she walks along this passage
Wondering where he is now,
Does he stare in to space wondering too?
Is he happy, or lonely as she?
She sat there
Tossing rocks in to the calm shimmery water
Wondering what would have been if they had a chance…
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