She stayed and stayed and stayed.

Sun was down, the
sky was darkened, the
moon was faded, the
breeze bitter cold
whispered,
maybe he                                                        
won’t show up
maybe he
really left
maybe he
never really came
maybe ’twas
now really over.
She stayed and stayed and stayed.
Throws the last pebble
in the water when it
dawns upon her
maybe
their hiding spot
is now
just another
yet another
seashore now.

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