Out to sea, my beloved flew.


The footprints in the sandy soil led through the white gate

Down onto the beach, and away toward the waves

To where I lost them.

I looked out to the ocean and saw some children swimming

and being tossed by the waves.

She had a habit of crossing busy roads in front of cars

And acting surprised.

Once I saw her stand too close to a train as it rocketed by,

So close, the hem of her skirt lifted and was made dirty by the wheels.

I could not see her now, but only saw the prints leading toward the sea,

would she walk into the waves?

Panic consumed me

But stopping myself, wondering who to call,

I realised she had left me

More than a year ago.

That I should still think of her

And panic so

Leaves me breathless.

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