Last Step

The way the storms come

It turns the sea

Like a piece of paper in high winds

I wait patiently, for you

In the top of the old lighthouse

I watch you on the bluff below

your white gown flowing

Your hair whipped into a frenzy

One more time, you glance up to me

Then one last step

And over the edge

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