July.
July.
It holds me close wrapped in warmth love promise laughter.
The future bright blinding the past so far away.
Loss fear edge of the cliff slippery slope.
Flashback siren red lights spinning warning;
red blood white towels pulse flat line flat
Memory wedding bells your beautiful face;
tux flowers in your lapel high above the clouds.
Block Island surrounded by the Atlantic gold bands.
Your hand in mine husband wife.
Ferry ride back to the beginning;
Point Judith your ashes dolphin escort.
Love my love ocean tide like a blanket.

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