I hear your voice faraway; it whispers my name.
You sailed into the sunset, but it’s me that’s adrift.
My heartbreak tints the clouds a dirty pink.
My tears, salty like the sea.
I’m chilled as I hear the echo once again.
Your voice.
A whisper.
Faraway.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*2 for one here. This is prompted by Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. You can find out about Sue’s beautiful photos and Thursday prompt HERE.
This is also a poem for: This is part of a 31 day challenge. October is Poetry Writing Month. I’m gonna try for the 31 poems in 31 days. We will see. You can find out all about the challenge HERE. Have fun! 🙂
Such longing in this one, Penny!
LikeLike
That’s what came to mind as soon as I saw “Faraway”; longing. Thanks for the awesome prompt Sue. 🙂
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike
Lovely but sad, Penny.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike