The Secret

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.It was strange
sitting on that bench
looking at sandcastles that were not ours
and kites flying high
without the need of our hands

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It was strange seeing children
caught in whirls of excitement
for beach day holidays
wild fairground rides
just waiting
to make them scream
and it all looked so familiar

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It was strange
all of that
was no longer
you or I

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We sat quiet
smiles on faces
looking out to sea
as if we’d arrived to watch a show
wondering
where all the years had drifted
and how did we become
those still people
the ones slumped in deck chairs
eating sandwiches
and sipping lemonade
folded newspapers over their heads
shading their pink English skin
from the unexpected heat of the day
eyes watching us
amused
at what our little hands could do
with a bucket

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