Celebration

Erotic tale of Romance

Photo by Ahmet Yalçınkaya on Unsplash

Staring out to sea. Late afternoon. I miss you, but know where to look. In the five years since we moved to Venice Beach, this is your favorite spot. The ocean is loud most of the time, yet this afternoon, unusually calm. I notice an intense sadness of your eyes. You speak as I arrive.

“Thanks for coming to find me. You somehow know when I go dark. My second book, I had such grand plans. I did…