Alice Cuenca - (! ! ! !) Far Off

...surprisingly
it was sunny when
he said goodbye,
I expected rain.
For him, no cords.

his gazed altered
for her still...
He let go of me

from up high,
the islands
are fading
the passing warmth
of an unsettling
sunset was as bright
as a gaping wound

many years had passed.
being dead. But
coming still...

relocating feelings
never.

Gone

Alice Cuenca

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