THERE ON THE SHORE

He saw her at the beach,
lovely and lanky was she

and with a style that outshone

every summer sun ever seen.

Her voice was quite hypnotic;

his thoughts of her were quixotic.

That memory always brings him back. 

Alone, he comes to stand

there on the very sand

where they had first made love.

But now, that love has gone.
Love must move on!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #26: “Anti-Love”
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