She awakes crying. hugging herself she gets up from the bed and pads towards the bay window. Opening it she steps out onto the balcony. looking out she begins to cry again. The old Victorian house squats on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Below she can see the sea crash upon the crags of rock in a slow mesmerizing rythm. The harsh sqwauk of a seagull interrupts her reverie. disdainfully, she looks up and espies the gull flying, it seems, towards the old sailor of the night. Tonight the sailor is full, casting it's soft light upon the dark fathomless sea. How could he do this to her? Her love had been given to him unconditionally for two years and now he says that it is all over between them. It's not fair! I love you. . . please. . . please. . . Quietly, she goes inside leaving the bay windows open. She sits at her writing table. Taking in hand a pen she begins to write. |
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Through the fields of yesterday I look back and see our unfulfilled love that was meant to be Thinking of you until it hurts why should I maintain a memory so inert Until it be no more and your memory be erased will I have serenity to continue yet another chase But how can one love and not have love in return? 'tis never fair for the fair of heart to crumble and to burn Through the fields of yesterday I look back and see How our unfulfilled love was really meant to be. . . |
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She looks at her poem. Dropping the pen she takes the poem and moves towards the balcony. Far below the foam and spray of the sea can be seen. Despondantly, she drops the poem into the ocean. Slowly, it flutters down until a wave engulfs it. Looking towards the far horizon she can see the sky turning pink and gold. A single tear runs down her cheek. I will always love you. |
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