A Lost Love

• Eliza Juniper, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

The wind blew around my face,
My dress wrapping around my waist,
The autumn trees were swishing,
And me, well I was wishing,
That you would come back,
You left just like that,

Now I live alone,
Turning into skin and bone,
Unable to drink or eat,
Unable to fall asleep,

And in momentum of my breathing,
I can't believe your leaving,
And before I could take a breath,
I realised you had left.