Wars and Loss

She stands, a silhouette in white, windswept on cliffs where sorrow clings. Her dress, delicate and dim, dances with grief’s sharp sting. Her soldier, stolen by a war unwanted, waged in distant dust. Vows linger, lost in ocean’s roar, love’s light fading to rust. Seas surge, her stare scans endless waves, seeking his shadow’s form. Frayed fabric flutters, heart heavy, holding hope in the storm. Gulls wail, their cries cut through mist, mourning with her pain. She waits, a wistful wraith, bound by love’s unbroken chain.