Loss

Remember how once we walked through an olive grove, we heard no sound, not even our own footsteps. Remember how once we stood in a sea warmed by a hot sun, our weary feet soothed in warm shallows, our skin scorched. I remember the pain and sorrow of your departure to foreign lands, and cried for a future that could not be ours as the sun set alone. Now the mirror reflects back the empty years, loss and decay, the window no longer opens- it's latch rusted in place. Shall I open my door? venture outside? I cannot for my old coat hangs precariously on an ageing nail.