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I remember the day in Port Clinton
walking the beach with you
holding hands, picking up shells
I know you remember it too
we sat on a log of driftwood
and talked of so many things
we took each other's pictures
hearts light as kites on strings
we sat on a hill with a picnic
gave kisses between the bites
not thinking about the pin-prick
that would send our balloon out of sight
we talked about the here and now
a future had no existence
we listened to music that filled our souls
while time became more insistent
it soon became time for us to part
the hours together so fleeting
I would leave with you a piece of my heart
and hopes for another meeting
we planned to see each other again
but alas, it was not to be
we have a short past, no present, just pain
and no future for you and me
our love is still here inside our hearts
it will never go away
and I'll always remember the wonderful time
we had in Port Clinton one day
susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)
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