The Harbour

They decide to take one last walk around the harbour.
Many thoughts clogging both their minds keeping them
silent to each other. Their hands tightly graspsed so
tightly, the diamond ring that he bought her begins to
pierce his finger, he dare not loosen his grip, he never
wants to let her go.
They look out passed the calm green waters. The wind 
blowing the air straight towards them, they smell the sea 
and taste the salt. With yesterdays news at the forefront
of his mind he sighs, knowing he will miss this beautiful
sight, but not nearly as much as her and all her ways.
 The seagulls circle the trawler, singing with excitment.
A scurrying crab distracts and his eyes follow noticing
the boats coming in. Just behind the rocks where they first
kissed. A lonely tear rolls down his face.
He looks to the heavens and pleads for another option, he 
waits but no reply comes back. The hardest decision of his
tormented life, he sighs again in acceptence knowing he's
the man chosen to do it. Carrying his responsibilty, like 
the cross.