Untitled by Diane Cochran

Untitled

by Diane Cochran

Whatever happened to our love?

Its warmth is missing from our smiles and eyes

and tenderness has left our words,

Now all that's left if our empty selves,

Maybe surging waves carried it out of reach

or diving sea birds carried it off

to lonely windswept dunes.

Maybe we left it at some greasy service station

or lost it in the mail.