A Small Beach Outside Of Sydney

The following is one of my oldest poems I am alright with sharing with others, written not long after I got home from Sydney the first time in 1992. I had been meaning to add it anyways, but other entries and other details simply got in the way. Another entry of mine touched on this earlier, but dealt with a person revisiting the issue with hindsight. This poem still feels raw, more in the present than anything.

Oh, for any Aussies or those familiar with Sydney, the beach mentioned is actually Queenscliff, but I've visited the majority of the ocean beaches, and I am quite fond of all of them.

'That Small Beach Outside of Sydney'

Do you remember that small beach outside of Sydney?
Walking where waves caressed the fine sand.
We laughed and passed away our cares
Just to the North, toward the Broken Bay,
I know it was that small beach outside of Sydney.

We sat... watching the sun rise
Feeling the warmth course into our hearts.
I was happy, lying in the morning sun
Holding you in my arms, never wanting to let you go.

I did, though.
We did.

It was for the best we both agree;
Our lives taking different paths.
We said goodbye on that small beach outside
Of Sydney.

On the plane,
I watched the skyline melt into the sea.
I focused on a small piece of earth,
Just to the North, toward the Broken Bay...
Outside of Sydney.

C.