That day I made my way over to where he stood, a place where our dialogue did not require words.

His leg braced his posture while he watched the shoreline lap, his boat sits on a harbor of illusion until the ripples break away its silhouette.

Our eyes to  the horizon with the evening sky blushing back at us,
We agreed to just watch, agreed to just be there together...

That day.

Published by Ash Douglas