Hi! This is Part Two of a two-part poem. It makes sense on its own, but probably best read if you read part one first, Alone. Part One: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1267025981 This poem in particular is about when you feel like you have no-one, that is never true. Whoever that one person may be, a family member, a friend or anyone you love or trust, you have always got someone there for you. If you read my poems, try and click the green flag before you read them - that's the only way they can get views and I'd love to see how many of you read my work! Thanks. Please give feedback and please read Part One! Poem Number Eleven
I sit alone in the sand, Letting the peaceful whisper of the waves Wash over me, Temporarily relieving me of my overwhelming sense Of loneliness. Of the feeling that I have no-one, Not a single- Wait! What is that? A soft crunch interrupts my train of thought, The rhythmic rustling of footsteps, The noise screaming over the hush of the waves. And before me, Silhouetted against the low sun Is a figure, Hand outstretched, Their footstep trail Leading away from them, Evidence that this lovely soul Actually chose to be with me. And though the indents in the sand will get washed away at some point, The indents left on my heart will never smooth over. The footsteps, Constant reminders, That I always have someone.
