Half-Staff

A little poem of loss.

The flag waves highly as we have our first kiss in the snow,

But it wouldn't last too long; how would I know?
The wind picked up the longer I was with her,

And the flag was flowing faster and faster.

The hurricane hit as the fourth year ended,

And was when it happened, the thing that I dreaded.

She was swept away, gone, lost was her laugh;

And as of that day, the flag flew at half-staff....

Author's Note

Please critique as normal. Thank you! :)

Reviews

[IndigoChild]

its wonderful and i like how you can see a concrete story behind it