Port Townsend, Dusk or Just Before It

My blood is tapping out a Morse-code message
Against the collar of my coat
And the thought of one more day with you in a cozy bed-and-breakfast
Brings the bile to my throat

A cold black Christmas spent with you and only you
Nobody here to save us from ourselves
The soft yielding sand
The grey endless view
You picking up seashells
You picking up seashells
From the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Harrison Lemke
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