shoelace009 (shoelace009) wrote in freeformwriters,
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Out to sea.

You left. I still ache for the leaves that were on the ground the last time you danced across the lawn. I watched you go. I let you go, pledging to follow that old time rule: if you love something, let it go and if it comes back to you, its yours. Well, doesn't really work that way with ships because your current never came back my way. You left. And I stayed.

I stood there, that afternoon. I'm sure my body witnessed the sunset-they're so pretty on beaches- but I didn't. I was glued to that skyline, the one where the waves slip into the clouds. The water washed my sandy feet again and again, a little colder, a little more each time. I don't know exactly how long it's been. All I know is sometimes I'll drive by, peer over that hill, and see myself, rooted there, hair surrendering to the wind, watching that skyline. And that's when I know, even if I haven't remembered to look in a while, that you left. You never came back. And I'm still standing there.
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