April Is Cruel
Wind whipped waves
assault the shore.
Gray spray spurts,
showers the steps
and the path
we used to walk,
each time,
before I left you
in the glistening city.
Cold clouds have swallowed
the skyline.
Always difficult,
saying goodbye
is harder today.
4/25/2018
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2018
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