Sunrises At The Pier

Your thoughts seemed to be distant

as I sat besides you,

cleaning your feet with the water,

awaiting the moment you’d look at me and smile

And when you did,

I froze.

So did time.

When I finally I came to,

my memories of our moments

we’re all a blur.

My spirit tells me that we were magical,

Something words will always fail in describing.

The only clear memory I have to hold on to,

is of us that at the pier,

the sounds of our voices echoing over the water,

the way the sun moved across the sky

and how smooth your skin felt against mine.

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