The vase was empty.
Along the coast, heavy cloud threatened rain.
So many years wasted among the dunes;
The same flowers blossomed, some still in white;
The marriage however, was over;
Let em’ stay where they are; unpicked.
She’ll never change.
Starting to spit.
Better get back…
Gonna be hard without her.
Maybe, one more try?
She did apologize.
Funny how a rock transforms;
When you see it, in the rain.