Atlantic

21 Aug

He emerged from the icy waters
heading towards the Ontario shore
where she greeted him with a warm smile
and a kiss.

At the time he’d never imagined feeling
so beautiful—such happiness with another person.

Five years later,
he was swimming in the upper northeast Atlantic
alone.

Every beach day still felt like the first time–
each entry a cleansing of sorts.

Thinking about her
and how different things were now.

Maybe he didn’t want her
maybe he wanted to be more like her
than with her.

Five years a bit too long to still care.
So much left to see and do.

~Edward Austin Robertson

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