Funeral for the Fake
Image by Pixabay free images 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