Burial
Image By John Fowler from Placitas, NM, USA - On the Rocks, CC BY 2.0,
I drive into the Seattle morning, road and sky an indistinguishable gray. Gulls in flight screeched Ivar’s delights, while drivers clutched their Starbucks. Gotta go round, the mountains and sound, no direct path to my destination is found.
Only a few more hours together, then he departs from the western shore. The tears in my eyes, not for him but for me. I am the last, there is no one else to carry me to the sea.
The sunset arrives parading the sky, perhaps I will sit here and wait for a while. The sun gives me a wink as she sinks out of sight, I know the parade is for me.
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Jerald Wegehenkel
Part time writer, full time weirdo. I focus on short works of fantasy and fiction, and dabble in a bit of poetry.
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This was so deep and emotional! Loved this! Hope you're okay.
Well done!