Gone With The Wind

I turn around expecting to see you.

 

All I see is a line stretching at the far edge of the world.

An infinity bearing the weight of the world on its shoulders. 

 

I look down at the sand beneath my feet,

Traces of steps are being blown away by the wind.

 

You were there and did not wait.

You walked away and disappeared at sunset.

 

I missed your shape, and only met

With the cold shiver of night.

 

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