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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1370644
House Otter Point
The sea was calling me today.
A quiet voice from yesterday.
And so, I made the drive
to see my old love.
Not knowing what mood
I'd find her in.
She was in a quiet mood,
So was I.
So, I did what I always do
When I'm feeling down,
Went walking.
Walking along this lonely beach,
Beneath the house at Otter Point,
Where the river meets the sea.
The house that we once called ours.
Where we shared a love
We thought would never die.
But somehow, it did.
I made myself a solemn vow,
That I would never see that house again.
But here I am,
Walking alone,
With the wind in my face,
Looking yesterday square in the eye,
I almost passed you on the street
Just today,
And my heart beat just a little faster,
The man who was walking by your side
He looked so happy.
But why shouldn't he be,
He held all of my happiness
I'm sure that on one could see,
The tears that were behind my eyes,
Because you were no longer mine.
But so it goes,
That's life they say.
If that's life,
I'm not so sure I want it.
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