The Aftermath

I visited, again,

it was different this time around

the waves spoke loud,

the temperatures mild,

I wondered about the last time,

how difficult it might be

to recreate what

no longer exists.

I sat and watched the sunrise,

noticed it flicker across the water,

enveloping the trees.

I couldn’t imagine a prettier site,

than seeing the shores cascade with water.

I wondered about her,

if she could remember,

this time,

that one time,

when we did imagine together.

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