Fragments.
That’s all that was left.
The memories lost,
it left her bereft.
Of meaning, purpose and a will to live.
They had lost everything.
There was no more to give.
The waters had reached the roof line,
the walls covered in brine.
Still it rained on.
All now gone.
Swallowed up by the swell,
it did no use to dwell
on what she was no longer
able to quell.
Still it rained on.
She saw a black Swan
glide graceful serene
past all that had been.
Just a few days before
she had stood by the door.
Felt the first spots of rain.
As it watered the plain.
It would just drain away.
That’s what they did say.
No need to pray.
To the heavens above.
Lost all they had loved.
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