2019, Bangor Pier, watching the sun fall.
(Stop there, time.)
Sweet stranger walking a pesky spaniel that I never thought I’d love.
(Please, stop.)
You ask if you may sit beside me.
(Please, st-…of course you may.)
2023, Bangor Pier, leaning back on our bench to watch the sky bleed. If I avoided pain, I’d lose our joy. Come and join me, sweet man.