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Ship Of Stones

We walked on the hills by the coastline
We breathed the salt air of the sea
The ship of stones, it never changes
Or ages, unlike you and me

We knew then that somehow the light
Had gone from the love that we knew
We could tell, but chose to say nothing
Preferring the peace of the view

We studied the board full of facts
Slightly faded, not that we cared much
Took lunch in the tourist trap café
Chatted nicely, not one single touch

We drove home and found things to say
As the stars crept out on the black
Showered, politely agreed
We were tired, in bed, back to back

Our kiss at the station was awkward
As the cold razor light cut our ties
There was so much to say, or to try for
But all we could find was goodbye

I loved you like Satan loves sinners
Like dying men love a reprieve
For only your love let me find
Someone that I wanted to be

The ship of stones, it never changes
At the top of the hill by the sea
As I cry myself still for the knowing
That once there was you and me

Copyright © Ian Rowland 2013