Silently and quickly,
he stood up,
leaned over,
removed my sunglasses and smiled at my eyes.
‘That’s better’, he said.
And he sat down.
The companionable silence resumed.
We stared out to sea once more,
from time to time glancing at each other
– almost coyly.
And smiling.
Because we knew.
There will never be a last time.
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