Without who

Orange and blue

It was such a serene scene.
The morning light tipping over
the edge of the sea horizon.
Orange and blue without you.

Just for a fraction of a split
second it was all fine, near
wonderful, but everything
drained out and I was

sucked away down the manhole,
down the plug hole
down into the abyssful expanse
of interminable aggravations.

I knew it would likely be fine,
but felt myself jinxing it by thinking so.
Perhaps the more I worried
it the better the outcome?

And the intensity dropped
why was I bothering?
What did it matter,
without you.

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Penzance, Cornwall 2022. Nikon d750

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