We spoke of sun and sand and sea
Of trying to find purpose and life and honesty
He said he liked beaches and mountains and rum
Didn’t understand those who didn’t like fun
I said my two favorite things were flip flops and freedom
He agreed, I could barely believe him
He said he loved family and together and friends
I loved hearing that so much I wanted to dance
We laughed and mused well into the night
Shared made-up fantasies of catching the next flight
He believed in hard work, always knew it would pay
I nodded my head so much he asked if I was okay
He told jokes and grinned, turns out he wasn’t so shy
I couldn’t tell if he was nervous, I laughed until I cried
It all seemed so perfect, no keeping score
And it could have worked out, if he wasn’t seventy-four
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