Do you remember the night on the rock,
As we once again sit together,
Same place as that night,
Now we just sit and talk.

No La Team to interupt,
As we share glances and smiles.
Our evident past to be heard.
The same streets below.

No longer a loving couple,
As we catch up on our lives,
Eighteen months since that night,
Back again our feelings unchanged.

Nearly evening on this tourist haven,
We decide to take a walk,
Neither have been here since that night,
When we watched the storm from the rock.

© 2014, Bryan Runic Deakin

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