The wind whips up the sand
to sting the face and hands,
somewhere between
the cliffs
and the sea.
The crash of waves,
the seagull’s call,
nothing much left at all,
but the morning
is serene.
Put aside
the time
that got us here.
No good looking
in the rearview mirror.
Here we are
at the end.
Won’t do us any good
to pretend
that there’s anything left
to defend;
we played a strong offence.
Said it all on the road.
Took a little to unload,
but now I understand;
you needed more than I had.
These things are hard to admit.
Drive so far to get away from it.
Out here on the edge of the world,
I think I found the words
that you deserve.
Is it so hard
to leave it all behind?
To put aside my foolish pride?
Watching the Sun rise
over the cold Atlantic.
I speak into the wind
and you hear me,
clearly.
My heart breaks upon the shore.
The world won’t be the same, anymore.
Turn around
and walk back to the car.
It seems the edge of the world
isn’t very far,
given where we are.
HG – 2021
