A story.

Monday


Why had he come?
It would never be the same without her.
Her ghost shadows him at every turn.

His mind never resting,
grasping,
wondering,
where is she now?

It doesn't matter, after all, does it?
She is with him.

2 comments:

Half-heard in the Stillness said...

Lovely verandah, I really love the light in this photograph.

Amber said...

Great blog. Love your photos.