Pemaquid Point

On that day we sat and watched the ocean,

I in my teenage struggles couldn’t think

the story that would blow this wound open,

and leave me longing for a stronger drink.

Today I went back and you were not there.

I watched the caps of rocks covered with moss;

the maddened waves clapped at the salty air,

fed with the millionth retelling of loss.

I heard your laughter, felt your sun-brushed skin

as you sat beside me in our private bay,

the water pulling out as we breathed in.

Captured in frame, I remember that day

How our souls touched like shards of broken glass;

How you did always say: This, too, shall pass.