(1928 – 2011)
I finally went back to Carrabelle
As we very often did
And I walked as far to the end of the beach as I could
Because you always would.
I was not alone, for your image was with me
And a few good friends who understood.
I walked in the water to test its warmth
And thought how you would do the same
While you dallied to speak to the women and girls
And I smiled at your flirting game.
Then I lay down to dream on the sand
Remembering that you would walk still more
But when I awoke you had not come back
As you always did before.