Forgotten-2008

The beach was empty, abandoned, and

The only sound was that of the waves.

The small figure seemed to appear from nowhere.

She stood on the dock, carefully swaying in the wind.

Her delicate skin was white against the horizon,

Her dress billowing around her.

Tears, pouring down her gentle face, dropped into the sea.

The clouds drifted in front of the sun.

Though the tears came from her eyes, they were not her own.

They were the tears of those she would lose,

They were the tears of those she wouldn't meet

And they were the tears of those she had already lost.

She reflected upon her life, small, unimportant.

She reflected upon the world and its people.

The growing world, which she would never see,

The changing people she would never meet.

Finally, she looked up and smiled,

as if to say:" I am ready now."

She turned her back on the waves, tilted back her head. .  .

And she was gone.

Her life was small, unimportant.

She would never see the world,

Or meet its people.

Her name swallowed by never ending waves.