When I look to see the light house there
I remember her on that autumn morning
we drank black coffee just like psychopaths
the conversation was cold but it wasn't boring.
We watched the long waves murder themselves
against the rocks worn by time and misery
she’d pray that the wind would blow her
beyond that rolling and indifferent sea.
“The stones here are forever, long past you and me,”
she whispered quietly from her distant state,
"I knew that we should have parted long ago
but, we were in love with our mutual hate.”
We were young once, but it was so long ago,
we didn't know our days came with a cost,
but it's so damn easy to lose yourself
somewhere, between the ocean and the rocks.
© Christopher Raine