#426-Shadows

She stands at the water’s edge.

Close by,

Yet far away,

In a grey world.

A flower flies into the air.

She turns,

Walks away,

As I watch,

Breath held,

Unable to move.

Swallowing unspoken words,

I gaze at the water,

As the ripples slowly fade,

Wondering,

Her tears,

Or the flower?