Lamentation

Waves crash against the cliff.

Far below from where she stands,

twisting and squeezing hands

to cleanse away regret's filth.

A cool breeze sends long strands of black hair

across tear-filled eyes, gazing out at the full moon

hanging low above a churning sea.

A nightgown soaked by pouring rain.

Arms wrapped about her body, to ward off chills,

as the fog starts rising up around bare feet.

Grasping the heart-shaped locket hanging from her neck

she raises it up into view, before opening it,

to reveal the picture of a child that had no name.

She yanks the necklace breaking it free,

before squeezing the locket in a hand

and falling to her knees.

A warm hand rests on a shaking shoulder

yet no head raises to see.

Knowing forgiveness has been given from incorporeality.