condominium on the ocean,
a mistake
of sorts,
a time share
bought when love was
in the air.
the sun was out.
it's
nestled somewhere
between floors
of the once white, but
now weather beaten
building.
it shows its age,
but we all do.
the wind
is in our face as we look
at the turmoil
of a sloppy ocean
going black at night.
the sand is
brown, and dirty.
littered with trash.
the seagulls,
have tightened
up their wings,
strapped them to their
chests..
we say nothing.
for what is there to say
on this final visit together.
what comes next
has already
happened.
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