I steal a quick glance
Linger over collecting the cowrie shells
Watch the fishing boats coming in
Marvel at the sun sink into Her arms
(And smile when she turns a deep gold)

I give up all pretense
And take a long hard look
A single set of footprints in the sand
(Was I expecting otherwise?)

I fear
Getting used to walking alone

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