Gently he lay his head down
Knowing thait it was the last time
On her lap
She casually stroked his dark hair
Oblivious of the coming
With her feather light fingers
No words exchanged
And there was an uncanny silence
Piercing his heart under the whistling
Of the fall's wind
He hugged her tight
And kissed her the last time
Then ran home like a little boy
Without stopping to look back
She waited for him under the same tree
The next day and the day after
Till the next season's rain
Hoping to see him somewhere
Amidst the heavy downpour
As all clouds cried out her pain
She longed for him forever and ever
Knowing that she was never to see him again...
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Fault Line | Poetry(#Wattys2018)
Ποίηση'Fault Line' is a seemingly unconnected collage of fifteen short poems. . . . (The best ones are in the last so make sure to read till the end.) ;)
