Alone On The Beach.

He stands along now

on the night time beach,

the same moon shines

as it had back then,

and maybe

the same stars twinkled.

But she was no more

standing beside him

on that deserted shore.

He lights a cigarette

and inhales.

The dark horizon

holds up a full moon

over a moving sea.

In his mind

he hears the Chopin piano play

as it had that evening

in the cheap hotel

they paid to stay.

He feels

her ghostly presence

there momentarily,

a ghostly hand holds his,

then it has gone

and he stands

alone once more

on the deserted shore.