I think of moon beams on the water
and the both of us giggling drunk under the boardwalk
a late summer breeze off the ocean to cool us
and I broke my toe
we were young and in love

Now years later with pilled up bills
and some broken dreams
and a residual ache from that broken toe
I can still say
I love him…

Copyright Catherine Anne Hayes © 2007

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