Two years
we kept
two stones
as we stitched
and laced our dream.
Two stones from
Brighton beach.
We pictured
drives along the coast,
healthy living
and a little life
waiting for us
when we got back home.
We got salt,
that much we got.
We filled up buckets
but not with our hands.
Now we ride back to London
Not defeated.
I can still see us
sitting in deckchairs
I can still see the sea from here.
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