February 16th; Whispering Docks

Give rememberance for those times long ago,
when the side of the street was a dock-

and the mystery was when they would return,
and tears couldn't turn back hands of clocks.

Recollect not only that moment,
but recollect the reasons shedding a tear-

for the loved ones putting so many miles
between empty hands and so many years.

Don't forget the one whispering with cold lips
as rusted nails and broken planks creaked beneath

the one walking away from a life gone astray,
and a family separated by a seaside funeral wreath.

The End

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