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September 23, 2003
The Pier
He strolls along the pier,
salt air fills his lungs. Sea gulls stretch their wings,
as they hover above the ships.
The sun begins to sink,
into the watery horizon. The night air slowly creeps in,
bringing a chill to his stride.
Romantic couples gently huddle,
against the cold sea air. He,
is alone…
Looking out over the water
the moon is captured; waves of reflections
swell inside him,
He drifts back,
sailing to a distant past. The pier holds fond memories,
of his romantic walks at night.
The fog horn of the ferry
painfully pulls him back. He starts his low walk home,
as do so many of the couples.
And yet,
he,
is alone…
~ by philip m devin