Staring Out To Sea
I stood upon the shore and stared,
I stared far out to sea.
To where the horizon met the sky
In perfect symmetry.
The shore, it was desolate
A lonely place to be.
Seagulls called in plaintive cry
As though they pitied me.
Alone, I listened to the waves
As they lapped upon the sand.
How I wished that you were here
And we were hand in hand.
But you were taken from me
It was not our destiny.
So there I stood, on my own.
Just staring out to sea.
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