I am sitting in front of The Zetland Arms listening to a Leonard Cohen song
Dance Me to the End of Love rolls gently across the beach and dies quietly in the breeze
You are sitting on a memory bench looking out to sea
We exchange no words but I know that you are thinking of me
I have crossed the wide beach towards the white cliffs
In my hand I am carrying a camera
I turn frequently and record your likeness
As I get further away you become a shadow almost hidden by the drunken sea
You cannot see me
But you are always in my view
Two horses are being ridden in the shallow waves
They cause little disturbance
You are watching the horses but thinking of me
I am hidden from view
With a whiff of cruelty I have positioned myself directly behind you
Only a partition of light bushes separate us
I note your quiet distress but do not reveal myself
Until you turn
You mutter a light profanity and grab my hand
And lead me along the dusty sea path