Her Sailor

Sailor on pier circa 1940s

Her Sailor

 

She knew
what was to come.
A cool November morn
left frozen tears of
salty anguish
on her cheeks.
The night before felt
like a dream.
They’d made love
that night with
a fierce tenderness,
held each other in
the dark
both silent, willing
time to stand
still.

Morning came
too soon.
They stood on the
foggy pier
wrapped in
each other’s arms.
He kissed
her hard, turned
and walked away.
She stood there
staring after him,
eyes glassy,
with her fingers
to her lips
and tears of
salty anguish
fell like
rain.

 

 

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