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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I am a 60-something year old South African of Chinese descent. South Africa is a beautiful country, with wonderful coastlines and beaches, incomparable wildlife and some beautiful mountains.
I was retrenched nearly 18 months ago after many decades of working in large corporates. I have significant experience in coaching and developing others and have had a long career managing complex, large budget projects.
The next chapter in my life awaits. Wish me luck!
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