Seabirds

The horizon blurred at its edges

As a lone black dog strolled along the beach

It'd been several years since I'd visited you

And I felt again like that little boy with sandy feet

Bruce was showing his age around his muzzle

As grey as the fog we found ourselves in

We had pastries from that French bakery down the block

With the chocolate croissants that I was obsessed with for a summer

Your desaturated hair now matched Bruce's drooling smile

Like two lovers who with years together, start dressing alike