Waxing and waning
Moving and ever-changing.
The ebb and flow of the water as it reaches the shoreline
The footprints you’ve left have disappeared…
As if they never existed.
Looking out to the distance, you wait… for what? You do not know
You watch the sun, as twilight sets
The sky and sea blending, becoming mirror souls
And a path of gold emerges
You know if you were to travel down this path
The waves would guide you toward the setting sun
And so…
You take your first step
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Ghost Wife Poems 