.
“This is where it all began.
A love affair between a woman and man.
No place in the world we would rather be
than enjoying each other beside the sea.
The sky fell silent as the moon thrust forth,
and I pointed out the true-star of the north.
As we walked the pier, we felt all was good.
I made mention of it’s foot weathered wood.
She grabbed my hand and we ran to the end.
I thanked her right there for being my friend.
She gave me a smile so bright and free.
That was the summer of ’43.
I was just thinking about us,
those memories I’ll save.”
He laid bouquets of
fresh flowers on her grave.
.
