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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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