Our love

was unconditional

as the sun and the air

before it faded

to whispers

and then

just silence

forgotten promises

each day

another struggle

against the sea

as you leave

the breeze left too

now I drift away

in the dying night

like a dying leaf

on a dying breeze

© Ann Bagnall

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