I see her like a haunting ghost
On the peripheral of my heart
She said she’d love me always
Where does always end or start
I can’t forget sea salted kisses
Warm sand between bare toes
Emotions running hot and cold
The tide that comes and goes
Today I walked along the seashore
Hoping the sea might empathize
Cold North wind was little comfort
Nor the sea birds mournful cries
The horizon stretched on endlessly
Unlike my numbered days ahead
Tortured myself again remembering
All the things that I might have said
They say a rip tide grips a swimmer
Embracing them in death-like bliss
Like a lingering ghost of yesterday
Sealed with true love’s final kiss…
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