The old boat slipped its mooring, must have drifted out to sea. My neighbour took the launch out though a boat’s no use to me. I recall when we first got it, did the trim in powder blue. Will be out past Dead Man’s Island, nothing anyone can do. I’ll go fetch coffee.
I thought you were walking towards me but you were really walking away, though I raised my hand to wave to you, felt a smile break out on my face. It was just a trick of the light maybe – strange at that time of the day. I thought you were walking towards me butContinue reading “Walking Away”
today a stranger wore my shoes choked down the morning news ordered the wrong food alone at a table for two but it was me who chatted to you so freely over the menu and died a little more before the coffee [first posted 27 Jan 2015]