Whisper from a dead lover

The beach was almost deserted
Except for a few squabbling gulls
Three cormorants sitting aloft
On the promenades streetlights
Listening to the church bells chime

Then the fitness freaks arrived
Walking and running to the shore
Some for the icy morning dip
Hopping over the pebbles
The gulls skittering out the way

Lazy sun got out of bed
Burning away the morning's mist
While the people walked or ran off
Up and down the beach together
As the sky slowly brightened

I sat on a promenade bench
Pines whispered secrets way up high
The gulls chanced their luck with me
A gentle breeze sighed overhead
Mimicking my past lover

There are too many here at dawn
Came with dogs and children in tow
I'll try at dusk next time alone
Perhaps you'll whisper to me then
Hold my hand like we used to do


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