Solo-Chill.
Evening seeps into bleak widowed shoreline.
Thoughtless the tide laps at grief\'s lone retreat.
Gulls lachrymose wails add force to sad sighing.
Death floods partnered twilight in tearful defeat.
Dark hangs greying shawls over day\'s graveside
Mauve dusts the sun to mourn memory\'s flowers.
Night shuts itself in with solo-chill biting - while
Dusk gently weeps when we lose what was ours.