Poetry

His image haunts me

The wind whips my hair into my eyes

For the briefest of seconds

I think he is here

But it is only a figment of my imagination.

We haven’t met for years

But still his image haunts me

His eyes begged me to stay

His lips called out as I walked away

Stay, please stay.

Two sets of footprints in the sand

As I walk, then run away

Leave me alone

I sob through my tears

His cry of pain reverberating in my ears.

The sea roars and I look up

I am alone, he has walked the other way

And when I look down

The tide comes in

And washes all trace of him away.

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