We stood
at the edge time
an unseen tide
drew us within
we never sensed
the fragile ground
on which we built
our dreams
but now as the sea
gives me the true notes
of her melancholy
your face is all I see
and your voice
is all that echoes
back to me
© Ann Bagnall

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