Hastings

The stones rattled as the sea pulled out

From the shore, this body of war

This body of water

You took a picture, pinched a feeling

Crossed legs and yellow beaming

I said hold me like you mean it

I said love me like you mean it

You told me through a laugh

You’d probably get bored

Not have the nerve to cut me loose

Just go cold until I am lost

All at sea in a milk-white fog

Reaching for the land that once held us

Just searching for solid ground

Many a word

Many a word

Many a word

The day was yours like the day before and the day after

We passed those cobbled streets you gracing that town

And I saw my life drawn out at your right hand

Looked inside my book and found the pages blank

Knew I’d never be as big as I should be

But walking away is never easy

Many a word

Many a word

Many a word