A love so strong must abide,
She believed, as she left to find
Herself, somewhere else.
She traveled, swam, camped, and climbed
To experience the world
She’d been denied.
She slept on sands of fine-spun gold
And reveled in the midnight sun
Until there was nowhere left to run.
She anticipated a grand return;
But the house was dark, empty, cold,
The stairs a mass of crumbled stone.
Without nurturing, love had died–
Understanding this, she sat and cried.
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.
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