I came here today, one more time, to think of us

The boat we loved is gone away, to where we do not know

perhaps for to search for love just as we did long ago

the picnic tables gone away, to an unknown destination.

maybe next spring two strangers will sit share a laugh or dream and cry with the ghost of a love long lost

yet they be there

mother and babies are gone she must protect them from the cold in their world

seagulls remain, however aloof Not to feed; detached to harden themselves for the worst to come

will no one know the love that was here?

despite it all

because of hurt it's filed away

with all fond memories.