Author's Commentary
Wasn't depressed or anything when I wrote this.
Came out by itself...
Through heavy sobs,
he sighs.
For the first Saturday,
in many Saturdays,
he’s walking along the shore,
Alone.
The sun is sinking;
it’s cold, but
there’s no one there
to keep warm.
He looks down,
and through
tear-blurred vision,
he almost sees
a set of footsteps next to his.
The night wraps
its arms around him,
the brightening stars kiss
his sunken cheeks,
the wind whispers
I’ll love you forever
Pieces of sand blow
against his face,
and it feels
like her ashes.
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