RAINE REFLECTIONS


Peggy's Cove



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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

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