Without a Trace
Footprints stolen
by the sea
Voices drowned
by gulls
Words carried
away in protest
on salty winds
The beach keeps its secrets
of ghosts from the past
Sweeping away remnants
of life and love
without a trace
until there’s nothing left
but pristine sand
Although here
among the driftwood
and starfish,
your essence
lingers still
Your presence
is felt, always
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Sarah from Sarahsouthwest is hosting Tuesday night at D'Verse
and she has prompted us with Lost Valentines "lost loves, your
broken loves, your loves that never were! The fireworks that
didn’t quite go off, the bud that never opened, the seed that
failed to sprout."
This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago
Image by Christina1966 from Pixabay
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