Saturday, March 10, 2018

Leaving



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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