Abigail

Was it the first gale
Abigail?
I do not know.

I stepped into a world
that is never the same,
every face has a smudge,
every smile but veiled.

What swept the world,
what beasts prowled!
They preyed on a little girl
and left me
a world I barely know.

When did I loose you
old friend?
was it by the first gale,
my sweetest Abigail?

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