Poem 3:
Standing here, heart in hand
Staring blindly at the black sands.
I have come a long way to be here,
The sea is calm with the waters clear.
You stand before me with closed eyes,
A tear escapes and slowly dies.
Hands shaking, I reach for you,
But they pass through.
You are not here.
My heart is swallowed by fear.
Were you ever with me?
How could this be…
Vivid memories from the past,
Proved our love would last,
But you are gone.
I am gone.
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