Poetry Monday today? A poem called Brighton
They all vanished, and were replaced, and were forgotten.
Was it the struggle, the unknown, the fear of something new? All covered in dark, salty blue.
We never fell apart, we carried on, lived a life that not everyone would do, as the love we have is so different, so true.
Now I come, and I see the salty blue, light, bright, pure, so when you flip a penny, from the pier, you can see it drowning through.
There you’re standing, looking at the sea, and you’re so happy, so peaceful.
I take your hand and I can feel it.
And when I hear a seagull, wherever, longing for the sea, a flood of happiness rises my mood, as it reminds me of a joyful day with you.