ones that walk away without saying good-bye (good-bye)
leave me shiver the rain (looking for shadows)
reasons like questions wrap me still (you left)
empty trains ride the know (without me)
the bench of the station, cold iron feel (alone)
blankness of silence, fog of your go (I wait)
no words you left, no solace or explain (mined hollow)
just gone, only gone, words secured with you (I fall)
disappeared and all, away, and spared nothing (not me)
Talking to the Clouds 
Dear Sarah, I just came across your hauntingly beautiful poem. Can’t wait to read more of your poetry. All best wishes for your journey as it unfolds here. Peace and be very blessed. Michele
Thank you so much. I wish you peace and blessings as well. Sarah
The photo matches the disconnected mood of the poem….forgotten, yet still waiting
Thank you for your kind comment – I thought so, too.
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Thank you very much!
Love the photo Sara, did you take it?
Thank you. Yes, I did. All of the photos on this blog are my photos 🙂
I love it. The fog, in my opinion, makes this photo. Without the fog it would be like a glass of wine without the wine. 😉
I can see so many different stories within this photograph. It is hauntingly beautiful and sad. It makes one wonder what is the story under the tin roof. Lovely piece Sarah.
Kimberly 🙂