Day Five: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor
I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again –
ever in that same way.
I cried when you made the choice to leave.
I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms
blowing in a heavy breeze.
I felt your presence leave as my heart tried so hard to cleave.
I knew our time was past, our days were gone. We were through.
I sighed and let the memories of you flow like a gentle rain
through a fog of tears and forever pain.
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I am not sure that I understand the elegiac couplets, so this is my humble offering instead.
Thank you all for your encouragement and inspiration!