Another love poem. It arrived from walking the shoreline and thinking about farewells. Sometimes the unconscious mind writes it for you.
Just One of Those Things
when the sea returned
the lovers had gone
to create their own energy
in a rented room
then to part
on some street corner
late in the afternoon
in a press of people too preoccupied
for the intensity of this farewell
to ever be noticed
This was another poem that didn't need much in the way of editing/revising. Sometimes you are left wondering where they came from.
Until next time.
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