He watched the seagulls drifting with the wind

He watched the horizon rising from the sea

so far away

One day at a time, they say

but sometimes that is not enough

Sometimes all days crash into each other

Sometimes yesterday is never gone

He stood alone, his grey hair brushed by the wind

his workman’s hands quiet at his side

He watched for signs of her breath

her laugh, her flowing hair, her Southern voice

Once there were two, now there is one

and that is not enough

His ragged breath drifts away

into the wind

toward the horizon

searching for a way back to her

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