Sitting under a great elm
Looking out past the horizon
I watched,
Engrossed
As the sun slowly set behind the ocean.
The colours were brilliant;
A plethora of shades
Of red, and orange, and yellow.
As I sat, I began to think of you.
The way you laughed
The way you smiled
The way you held me when I was a small child.
I think about how you were present in every moment,
How you lived life to the fullest and taught me
To just be.
Then I start to think about how cruel the Fates were
When they stole you away.
Those cursed sisters.
If only they would allow me to see you
Even for a fleeting moment
Just to hear you laugh again
To see you smile again
To hold your hand in mine
One last time.
In my anger and pain, I called out to the sisters,
“Why?”
To which they replied
“Cruel fate.”