She is gone,
Left long ago.
The agony that sieges my life
Sprinkles,
Then pours.
I try to move forward,
No pain allowed.
Time mixed sorrow with anger,
it is me.
This topic is not easy,
it’s not clear cut, or
black and white.
It’s so grey
the lines have blurred
where the ocean
meets the sky.
DoRee MelNic 