Wednesday

The Widows Peak






Staring into the distance

her eyes as empty as her heart

she scans the horizon

unaware of the beauty of the sun



She can not smell the sea

or hear the waves crash the beach

the gentle breezes on her cheeks

caress her unnoticed



She waits for a day

she knows will never come

refusing to let go

of her one and only love



She only feels the last time

his lips pressed against hers

as his promise to return

forever branded her heart



Time is her enemy now

imprisoning her in wait

until their reunion

this peak is where she'll stay

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