Beachcomber
Lying awake at dawn,
suddenly think of her
for the first time in years,
remembering the times
we shared together.
Message in a bottle,
amongst the flotsam
washed up in my mind
as it wanders the foreshore
in the early morning light.
Lovely!
‘remembering the times/we shared together’ is a bit cliched, but I love the second stanza.
Very atmospheric
You’re right, Martin. I think I’ll change it to: ” our times together,/the good and the bad. “