Trust.

Writing 4

I held her hand

Just as we’d planned

We stood on a midnight shore.

And as I turned

I daftly learned

She could be mine no more.

She slipped out her shoes

All mine to lose

And slid into the sea.

And now I gaze

Through a midnight haze

Her secret mine to keep.

Trust.

by Carlene Love Flores

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