The boat pulls away from the pier
while the houses are still sleeping.
I’m looking back at the empty windows
as though my leaving should mean something;
it doesn’t to them, but does to me.
I have fallen in love with this town, a fleeting affair;
being here has changed me,
and I know that mark is indelible.
The sky and the
ocean are one; they are the vastness
into which I will
throw this memory.
I will never
be here again, so I allow myself watch,
almost solemnly, as it
flattens into my past.
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