Alone again under a wistful moon
with every crash of the waves
I feel you move further away
leaving even the constant echoes
with nothing left to say
the irony of this is not lost to me
and in that moment of silence
the twilight shadows
begin falling in my heart
and ashes of betrayal fill my soul
blacker than the blackest night
©Ann Bagnall

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