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Lately she had taken to
Wading into the sea
At midnight.
Sitting in front of the mirror
Brushing her hair, she’d notice
The colour changing to thick auburn
Banishing the grey,
The brows no longer furrowed
Her dull complexion now radiant.
Even the sepia-tinged picture of Jack
In his fisherman cardigan,
Curly hair swept under a round cap,
Brightened up as it grew dark.
She looked at it every night
Before turning the lights out.
One wind-lashed night
Jack let himself in, muttering,
“I left behind what I had caught
I missed what I could carry”
As the sea water rolled
Down his ankles in a curved line. |
