Once
you and I walked
on Dover Beach
where I threw stones
into the cold, grey sea.
We stared across
the Channel in
the direction of Calais.
No tale, no two cities,
no Charles Darnay—
Just two middle-aged
Americans adrift
in a cooling love
affair as we
stared at
the charcoal grey horizon.
©David L. Cooper December 7, 2013
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