The wave comes crashing in,
Tipped with white...

I stand in the wet sand,
My toes buried in the water...

Looking out of a window, pulling the drapes aside,
Snow falling, white feathers...

Thoughts of laughter and good times,
Countered with those full of sorrow...

She sits on the curb of the street,
Alone in the darkness...

I am alone.
A thick layer of fog drapes my vision...

A puzzle waiting to be completed
The pieces scattered in lonely hearts...

Locked in a dream
The wind singing with memories...