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You don't fall in love with the Sea

It was her idea to visit the seashore. She rarely asks anything of me. At the break of dawn we were near the Jetty. Not many people around at this time. I looked at her closely as she looked at the waves splashing on to the wooden decks. There was the smell of dead and drying fish, and barnacles, and burnt diesel from the boats.I looked at her for a long while, expecting that she would say something to bridge the divide. Nothing. An hour later, when the crowd of morning walkers started increasing, I asked her: Shall we go?. A nod from her and we were back on the road.As I dropped her home, I looked at the house, the street, the gate with the postbox and the hedges and the weeds once more. I knew that if there is a next time, it will be a long time later.
You don't fall in love with the sea There is nothing from these shores That can fill her longing for the Oceans