WHERE THEY SAT.

[dadio]

This is where they sat
and watched the sea
and incoming tide.
Now he has gone.

The waves still come
in and go out regardless.
The sunset brings memories.
The way the sun sits on

the horizon like a Buddha
clothed in a red gown.
He held her hand on
these sands. They kissed

beneath that sun the warmth
like an embrace. It was
here that he spoke of love
and their future and the house

and maybe their children
running in and out of the garden
on summer days. She holds
a handful of sand. Squeezes

between fingers. Gulls fly overhead
making an awful din. If she
closes her eyes she can imagine
him still there. Almost smell

his presence. She sniffs the air.
Sea salt and after sun lotion.
His body shining with sweat
after making love up there

by the rocks. Children and
parents and others enjoy
the sea and beach nearby.
He said so many things.

They are still in the air.
The words about her head
like invisible birds. Then came
the suicide. The final note.

Out at sea some one waves
To her from a small white boat.

[theirishsea]

The ending was totaly unexpected. I liked everything to that point, though I thought it was getting long and skirting dangerously with maudlin emotion but I wouldn't know what to cut----and maybe it doesn't need cutting.

The ending---the last 3 1/2 lines make it all so poignant and alter everythingthat came before. The last 2 lines by themselves are a magnificent ending. I think they add some unexplainable mystery, indescribable feeling----but so sad----and yet-----at least that's how I read it.

You are a master with such a gift for magnificent simplicity. Complex feelings rendered with such simplicity of expression.

[dadio]

This is fictional but it came out of the blue and so I just wrote what came. Thnak you for reading, my friend.