Morning After, On The Beach

Walking on the beach one morning,
Lonely as a seagull’s cry;
Powdered sand and missing footprints,
Pondering just how my life had
Gone so far awry.

Slow the Gulf rolled in and gathered,
Soft the sun came up in white;
One more woman seen who’d told me
I was fine, but that we
Just weren’t right.

Such a strange and hollow feeling,
Breaking up, that endless sea —
Left to wondering and asking
Just exactly what
Was wrong with me

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