I wait for the sunrise
on the bench on the side
the exact place we once occupied.
It was half-past five then
when we started our walk, my friend
down the nostalgic K of C Promenade
while joggers busily parade.
The sea was glistening and calm
of laughter, arguments and stories
Me, staring at my sunrise
You, sitting on your bench.
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Feb. 21, 2016 at 9:11 a.m.
#AmorMariaVistalPoetry
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