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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man commits suicide after grieving over a dead lover.

Submitted: June 02, 2011

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Submitted: June 02, 2011



I came back to the beach today,

To see the ocean swell so blue,

And I remembered our footfalls,

When our love was true.


I saw the footprints fade away,

Into the sand and sea,

Then I remembered our days together,

When it was only you and me.


I looked around for the firepits,

And thoughts provoked my mind,

Of when we kissed and loved and played,

Our footprints had entwined.


Oh, but when he looked at me,

And I thought the course was there,

Death took him from my powerless arms,

When he was young and fair.


I felt around for seashells,

Just like the ones he found,

I put them in my pockets,

And cried without a sound.


The footprints are not there at all,

They’ve all been swept away,

The tides come in and take them all,

When they’re old and grey.


I looked out across the ocean,

And thought myself a man of chance,

I took my last drink from the whisky bottle,

And gave the beach a glance.


I walked into the foaming waves,

Unafraid of what might be,

But soon I know we'll be re-united,

My man, my love and me.

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