Was I now the only

one on the beach?

 

She had stood behind me                                                                                       

and I had waited

for a spoken conclusion.

 

But without words  

the  sound that

the soft tread of her

departure made

on the sand had

told me of her decision.

 

Sunsets care nothing for    

lengthening  shadows

nor waves

that they must lap and fill

the printed pools left by feet.

 

How hard not to

turn and look

at the woman that pulled

all towards her;

those that enjoyed

her gaze;

that enjoyed her thinking;

when to listen 

when to care.

 

Words and foto T Carroll

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