The shimmering sea,

Rolling hills to the horizon.

As beauty sat across from he,

passion burning like the rising sun.

Those hands clasped,

parting to say farewell.

The truth unmasked,

Anger swells.

Parting was enough.

Far enough.

Vast enough.

Large enough.

As the rolling hills spanned too wide,

the sea was too deep,

Where once stood a bride

Rain began to weep.

The sun set on a broken heart

That yearned for what it could not have,

So far from the start,

A pairing halved.

By Erin Weiss