A final stroll along the beach
melancholy cry of the gulls
recalls words spoken on parting
accented by the crashing waves
Melancholy cry of the gulls
breaks through my silent reflection
as the sun sets, time slips away
leaving only vague impressions
Recalls words spoken on parting
echos of a rebounding door
leaving absolute quietude
bags, now packed, waiting in the drive
Accented by the crashing waves
the cottage now devoid of life
missing melody of laughter
stands alone, abandoned, outcast |