That was how it felt to fall in love:
Hawthorn hedges dripping lip-red berries
Cider and chips
And this is how it feels to leave:
Cloud kissed beacon weeping mist
Better to have loved short than not at all
Wipe away sea-spray tears
Rebecca Gaffron is a sometimes writer, sometimes procrastinator, and hopes she will be forgiven for both. She can be found here.