On the warm sand bed I laid still and breathless counting the pigeons crossing the shore to set sail for a long journey. I turned to my sides and let my head sink within the hollows of my forearm. The lens of my spectacles held a foggy capture of the setting sun. Perhaps the Time has come for it all to end, an End yearning a new Beginning. The sand gushed around while I contemplated my presence on this lone Island.
She was with me Right there Before the candle blew it all away I was tapping my feet to the rhythm of the water trickling into the bottle I was alone in the kitchen My feet numb and one with the stone
A light click and my wooden queen was down I bit my lower lip and realised that a sole tear trickled down my cheek slowly With a sedating smile he looked up at me from under his eyelids And I knew, I’
The Bus he was on was about to depart, She held tightly onto the water bottle and didn't stretch forward to give it to him Because she might lose him forever when the bottle leaves her fingers. the re
