Pauses by the Beach

In the pause, we remember all.

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The waves
Touch
My toes
As I tread
Notebook
In hand
Pen
Hovers
Like waves over sand.
Waiting–
to catch
Time.
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The birds wings
Flap
Walkers
Drift.
As I do.
Like them,
I ask–
Did I leave—
Was I too–
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Fog
Covers
The waves
I pause.
Draw–
A breath.
The fog
Rises
Ever
Slowly.
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It rises–
Slowly–
I wonder if
He was—
She touched—
She?
Him?
What of—
Me?
What if?
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Did she?
My best–
Friend?
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