Friday, July 29, 2005

Love leaves on Sundays


Everyone who matters leaves the Island on Sunday nights


The ferry swallows them as I stand behind and watch


I wait on the beach as the boat pulls away

And stay there until it's just a dot on the Sound


Whenever I cry, I remember this truth:

Love is very messy. Especially when it's a teenager.

In the absence of love, there's a chance to catch up on housework.

Love always comes back in a few days. And brings it's welcome mess with him.

1 Comments:

Blogger MomOf2 said...

aww I love your pictures! I've been to NY a gazillion times but never took a ferry and always wanted to. It's cool to at least see it in your photos.

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