See, Surely
Soon, this place will be a shell,
Filled with the hollow knowledge
That something, someone, is missing.
A strange landscape, empty shorelines
And familiar ghosts, clear as day.
The tides keep turning.
Turning to years, as we steal time
Together. Move on, I will follow,
And keep you with me always.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2018
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