In rain and thunder
Wind and hail
You stand there. Still
Forlorn, ghastly pale

Your sunshine gone
Your hope deplete
The absolute antithesis of
Complete

My treasure trove
Mercilessly plundered
My wings so clipped
My soul now barren

My will you will not
Cannot sway
Please just accept
I’m the one who got away

Copyright S. Smidt-Booys 2015

This is the final post for this Tandem series.  Please check out what Celeste and Chevone have dished for this week.

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