Left Behind

The sun was rising on a vast horizon.
Miles of moving seascape met the sky.
A perfect way to say their last goodbye.

Pretense gone, they lost the last illusion.
Death of past into the future born.
Even if the future seemed forlorn.

Time was running on and age impairing
all the dreams they left so far behind.
Clock ticking off the steps of death in mind.

Seconds to that great, unwanted change.
One chance lost, the others thrown away.
Ending the beginning of the day.

Last touch of hands, the ending kiss.
To walk into the loneliness,
knowing that one love was left behind...

? Michaelette ?

5/14/2003
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