Peggy's Cove

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