Rush

Late night walk
moon is up
shining
leading the way
off in the distance
firecrackers go off
anticipation
summer holidays on the rise
all I can think about
is what it would like
if you were here
your hand in mine
walking with me
sand and sea
who I am
and who you would be if…
I conjure up an image
the way a kiss would feel
your lips on mine
your hands touching my face
I envision myself walking
on the cliffs
high above the Atlantic
silk scarf around my neck
blowing in the wind
and you rush up behind me
with a hand full of sea glass
and promises

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