//

believe me, i loved her,
beneath the feathered skies of a blurred Moon night,
the moon flitting in and out of sight...
protecting our privacy, yet on guard
to ensure all we did was right.
the sands on the beach were listening
to our bare feet shuffling
along
like two crabs
only our grip on love
was not as tight,
as theirs.
the stars were swaying
or was it our heads?
while she was saying
what i'd never said.
and what i never ever managed to say.
that was the last day
i remember with her.
it'll be sixty years ago
this year.