Funeral for the Fake

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 I returned to the old pier

Days of us behind me

Clutching my symbol of so-called love

Between my fingers tightly


Before me waves crashed

The sun burned my skin

Viscious seagulls fought and squawked

At an overflowing bin


My steps along the creaking deck

A journey I must take

With my heart in my hands

A funeral for the fake


At Captain Jack's Bar I sat a while

And bought myself a drink

Re-playing memories over

Giving me time to think


Then I took that precious sapphire heart

Held it to the light

Walked to the pier edge

Still holding on to it tight


It sparkled as I let it fall

Into the murky depths of the sea

You said this heart was forever

But your forever wasn't with me


copyright 2022 carol ann lewis

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