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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic



Sometimes in the night, I walk out, and I sit upon the beach.

The stars are awake, rippling moon, and the country is asleep.

I listen to the shore, and its snore, and my mind starts to wander.

Lovers pass me by, and I sigh, and I begin to wonder:


When you kiss me, my heart splits me.

Would you miss me if I was gone?

Would you remember me, keep an ember for me,

Would you dismember me if I was gone?


Would you keep our photos, watch our videos, plant a tree?

Would I still be there, or just a fading memory?


Am I still the one?

Or was I someone to fall back on?

You were once so kind.

You're all I have in life.


I guess I've lost.

I guess I'm lost.


Now I listen, shaking trees, love whispers, and I know they speak to me.

Your country and its people, they're so cruel, and no-one understands me.

Now the stars they all tremble, flicker out, the clouds begin to thunder.

I've been lonely a long time, holding out, and I begin to wonder.


Would you miss me, would you miss me?

Really miss me if I was gone?

Would you remember me, keep an ember for me?

Would you dismember me if I was gone?


Would you send me off with a lovely song on a sad day?

Would you bring me flowers, get down on your knees and pray?


You say I don't love you.

I came here to be with you.

The cold and the vices.

I made sacrifices.


I guess I've lost.

I guess I'm lost.


Would you come with me? Would you run with me?

Would you fly with me and let's go away?

Would you follow me? Would you stay with me?

Would you help me find another way?


We're stuck in a culture and in jobs that make us feel woe.

But we read vows and promised each other that our love would grow.

With lockdowns and no travel, what can we do, where can we go?

But we cannot live like the world will be the same tomorrow.




These are just my dreams,

As the morning birds sing.

Life's full of extremes.

Love is such a hard thing.


I guess I'm lost.

Let's go get lost.







Submitted: December 29, 2021

© Copyright 2022 Richard C. Parr. All rights reserved.

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This is so calming and endearing. It is sad and lonely but in a warm as it seems you haven’t given up. I kept hearing rolling waves and birds as I read. Beautiful and excellent writing!

Wed, December 29th, 2021 3:24pm


There is still hope I guess. Thank you for reading it :)

Sat, January 8th, 2022 3:55am

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