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No More Foghorns

No More Foghorns

Tags: lost love

Every sixteen seconds
Even with the patio door barely cracked open
The subconscious countdown of moments.

Feet entwined in the darkened room
Laying silently in spoon fashion
Neither awake nor asleep.

Their annual trip
A hotel on the coast
Ending sad and silent.

Somewhere in the distance
A seagull screeched
Calling to its mate.

Over and over the foghorn called
A knell cast at forlorn lovers
The soul pallbearer of love lost.

Once a call for intimacy
Had become a death march
A spiritual robber of the heart.

Suitcases packed in silence
Wry smiles and downcast eyes
The slow trek to the car.

Driving away without a word
Leaving a once loving coast behind
Soul mates now divided by destiny.

At the airport, her fingers slipped from his
To begin the rest of their journey apart
He to a quiet dark place
She to another she loved more.

There would be no more foghorns.

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