Creaky and rusty
It has over the years stood
As if having outlived its utility
But left to it's own
It was the haunt of many
Little kids, watching boats
Old folks sitting on it fishing
Lovers who stood,
Making promises, kisssing
I have often watched the sun set
Waiting upon it
Bathed in the golden glow
I have felt you walk up
Ask me for a light, smoke up
It was a rendition of my thought
But it always felt surreal
Last I waited on there
You said you were going away
I nodded in agreement
For one cannot make a whirlwind stay.
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