Reminiscence

It is the Sun that awakens me these mornings 
I no longer reach the beach in time to see it rise 
as we did 
I must get back to that 
hold on to those things we shared 
those precious hours 
or should I 
I will walk the beach 
talk to you when I sense you near 
as two gulls glide like silk just off shore 
there are bits and pieces I visit with you 
embraces 
laughter 
a wave that washed over us as we kissed 
that will never leave 
I grow tired these evenings 
the price of love is steep 
when it is over 
the power of memory 
a fine line between pleasure and pain 
sad that I sometimes find comfort in rain

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