You whispered goodbye, I waved farewell
the bird flew away, across the sea
that had parted us for so long
I don’t recall being close to you ever before.
Fly away, let the tide turn us apart,
like so many times before.
Fly away, let the time heal your wounds,
but mine were left to stay.
Photograph (Summer ’11) & Writing (November ’12) by Lisa Marina.
The Photograph was taken in Falkenberg, Sweden.