She touched my arm. “I’m glad you’re here tonight.” Then she stepped away. Back into unknown. And I was changed. Even years, many years later, I am not the same.
Where rock meets sea, this shelter cove. We all know what heaven looks like, do you? And I see here what you cannot. I can see when I was eight or ten or twelve years old. When I look that memory remains in my eye.
Some memories live on together.