Mackinaw

for a moment, sitting on that bench,

with the water washing up on the shore,

the cool breeze blowing in our face,

the bright sun shining overhead,

we had come to a place never thought possible,

a place where everything is as it should be,

as it was meant to be;

we discussed many things on that bench,

warm, bright, happy things,

deep, dark, painful things;

she has given me more,

than I ever imagined possible,

more than I ever deserved.

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