We Kept Separate Rooms

A gift of ocean, first autumn chill,
hazelnut coffee and cheese danish.
Along a crag, it touches me still
how we kept separate rooms,
how you stayed in mine, and that
we could have been something had
you not married her years before.

We promised we would not return. But
here I sit. Room 309. A view and a gift
of these roses waiting in this room
each year sending love to me that
has never been mine.

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