All I can remember is the look that you didn't have in your eyes that day.
The cold sea breeze whistled in and out of our slack-jawed mouths and lungs as we both stood and stared.
Deep into the reflection of ourselves.
You, a reflection of me and everything I now find robbed.
Me, the minutes, months, and years.
What were you thinking?
What cogs turned while you watched and waited in the chilled grey.
The wooden planks beneath our feet creaked and wept and seagulls cried into the absent minded surf.
Sending out shrill stabs across the waves that passed underneath our feet.
While I looked at you
And you stared back at me.
Grizzly is the wound of my reflection.
That beauty could turn into these rite angles and chalked corners.
I took a breath and your eyes met mine as you waited to hear what words were to be converted.
I could have said anything.
But that day I chose the truth for the first time in years.
And you stared at me.
I looked at you.
And all I could see was the stranger of my reflection.
I left the pier that day with a cold wind in my heart.
I was alone and shelled.
But I was human again.
Seagulls and sea-breeze
My witness.