Leaving
That was how it felt to fall in love:
Hawthorn hedges dripping lip-red berries
Cider and chips
Blue-bell bowers
And this is how it feels to leave:
Cloud kissed beacon weeping mist
Stomach wrenching
Nettle stings
Smile:
Better to have loved short than not at all
Wipe away sea-spray tears
Say goodbye
CP
Rebecca Gaffron is a sometimes writer, sometimes procrastinator, and hopes she will be forgiven for both. She can be found here.
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