Yearning for that stupid body of water that exists about 1,000 miles away from my current location. But even more so, for the ocean for the ever-flowing giant body of gush, or water. That walk that night with you made me remember how alone I was before I fell into you.
Marginal Way in Maine. Perkins Cove. Your cove? The sky looked like a painting that I am not talented enough to paint and those crashing waves. I wanted to lay there and let that moment last forever, but it was late and we had other sights to see. But none as beautiful as you, as the idea of us. My childhood and adulthoos came crashing together for once and it felt so good to be there with you and never knowing if I'd ever see you again. I'd see you in the morning, that was a safe bet... but nothing concrete thereafter. It was some kind of wonderful. A great new wonderful.
But then the lighthouse was not visible. The fog... made it impossible for me to make my escape from Maine complete. I have unfinished business there. Maybe I'll be back there this fall or maybe later than that...either way it will wait for me.
Meet me in Portsmouth. At this spot in, let's say five years?
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