Reflecting

I wiped someone's life from the picture
not thoughtlessly, or maliciously
just unaware.
The date gave you twenty years
an incomplete sentence
topped with dust.
I drew closer to turquoise
and dark green reflections
paddling through the pier rain
as we looked out.
Four empty deckchairs
held by wind-rivets,
and more than enough fun
for two waxed jackets
golf brolly
and a flask of
piping hot smiles.

Jerry Pike