Theresa Daly - lost

Mist
weeps across the stones
like tears that sweep
this woman's cheek

where
did you go to
while I was away?
The you I knew

has vanished, lost
in the seascape,
a ghost in the wind
that grazes the nape of my neck.

Theresa Daly

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