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Where to now, he thought
toward the waters edge, of sand
palm trees
caressing those twilight hours
reflecting his autumn years
amidst the sun of that evening

Saying goodbye to her
there were never enough years, enough time,
overcoming fear, walking slowly
the island to far out for him to reach

She sat forlornly in the cane-laden chair
moving within the ebbs then flows of this tropical outpost
silencing the crickets
thoughts of him pervading her mind

Loneliness lay ahead
a past of togetherness
filling her soul
churning inside for one more day

The nights together on Queensland’s veranda
sang peacefully now aside her soul
goodbye he said to confront his illness
the gap closing between them one final time