The sun was rising on a vast
Miles of moving seascape met the sky.
A perfect way to say their last goodbye.
Pretense gone, they lost the
Death of past into the future born.
Even if the future seemed forlorn.
Time was running on and age
all the dreams they left so far behind.
Clock ticking off the steps of death in mind.
Seconds to that great, unwanted
One chance lost, the others thrown away.
Ending the beginning of the day.
Last touch of hands, the ending
To walk into the loneliness,
knowing that one love was left behind...
? Michaelette ?
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