Today I walked on the beach without you,
for the first time in the four months since you passed,
and I found it very hard.
So many beaches, so many memories,
beaches on four continents,
beaches all over the world,
for forty-five years.
It's not that I have no one to walk with,
that isn't true.
In fact, you may have sent me someone,
but that someone
isn't you.
June 7, 2024
