Written by Holley Perry and HastyWords

Tides quietly wash away
all evidence of daylight
as we sat together mourning
the sunset’s temporary demise.

Distance is a reminder . . .
the sand on our wooden floor
the wrong names carved on trees
the night doesn’t hide all secrets.

Ghosts of old chased us
into our own Armageddon.
Oh! How we hurt again and again
pondering on mysteries untold.

It doesn’t have to be so
writers can change the ending
we can change the beginning
until the story is ours again


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