The night was cold
The wind had died down
I was alone on the beach
No one else was around.
The sound of the waves
The tide coming in
They continue, no let up
Again and again.
A constant, assurance
You can depend on
Never changing direction
Always there, all along.
The journey, the hardships
The pain and the grief
I now sit by myself
I don’t want to leave.
We mourn what we’ve lost
We feel so alone
I don’t want to go back
There’s no one at home.
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Photo by Angela Galardi.
lovenlosses 
That’s lovely 😊 in a sad way
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Thank you. yes, it’s a bit of a downer! True though. The waves are always coming in and out. There’s something magical and soothing about the ocean. 💙
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I am looking forward to some happy poetry 😃
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