Abandoned.

Rusty oars caked with Dust. Ripped sail billows in the Moonlight. Stranded, huh? The wayward wind, with Its lightening speed, took o’er The reins. Castaway. None would come for us. Where even the shadows, would Not dare reach. Forgone. And before we knew it, our link with the rest, was severed…. perhaps, forever.  Mia