Night comes slowly.
Footsteps fall softly.
Boats drift on the water.
A cat meows.
Footsteps hit closer.
Noise by the garbage can.
A splash in the water.
Footsteps echo louder.
An oar hits the water.
Chains rattle.
More steps.
I turn.
A flash of light.
Footsteps halt.
A boat sits in the dark water,
Filled with flowers
And my true love.
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