Williwaw [Prompt 16]

I think of you…

up there.

I think of us…

once there.

I stand below the mountain…

of where you once lived,

where we once loved.

knowing you have gone …

on to another realm;

leaving only the images…

fading as they do.

The violent wind,

sweeps over my aging body…

you come and take my hand.

We are together again.

 

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