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Poem: The Pier



We sit in a restaurant on vacation

Across from me is a painting

Of a pier with no railings that disappears into the ocean

I seem to be on that pier with no railings

And before me only the ocean

I ask him if he remembers our wedding day

Especially if he remembers the passionate sex

Right after the ceremony

Thinking this must remain if nothing else

But in fact it is relegated to the file of gone and forgotten

Forever gone and forgotten

He says as he does regularly "I love you"

Almost always followed by "do you love me?"

I wonder how I ended up on that pier with no railings

Heading into the ocean

How can he love me if he doesn't remember any part


I suppose it is because I am his railings on the pier for his walk

Into the ocean

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