Under a weeping
willow
sitting
wind courting
the leaves
whispering softly
over and over
a name
reaching in the
evening
grasping for your
hand
so near, almost
touching
suddenly slipping
away
In the distance
looking
a shadow
approaching
now walking
beside me
so familiar
reflections of
you
looking out over
the water
clouds gathering
moisture
raindrops begin
to surface
the sky cries.
Heather Burns
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