Crocodile Rock

The crocodile
rock with
its red
grin
and the tide
coming in
as he
looked out
to sea and
I smiled
at him

and the white
confirmation
dress I wore
that was not
mine - 
I could see
my wedding
in his eyes
in a London
garden

I never got
the chance
to say to
him
all the things
there was no
time
in the end
my
beautiful
unknown
eternal
friend

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