I see the mist out there where the pier disappears into the sea. It was fifty years since I last saw this place. The same fifty years I’d not seen thee. I found the courage to step onto the pier. I heard the boards creek under foot and in an instance then I knew. The smell and sounds were all the same. Like the years gone by I’d never knew. I saw the magnifying glass that took the old penny coin. I remembered the smile on your face. The way your hair in the summer sun moved. I remember the sunlight on your face. They told me that you’d gone away - to foreign shores anew. You’d built a life under a different sky to the one that once both we knew. I stand here on the pier where it meets the sea. I stand here and tears form in my eyes for the love that once knew me. I here footsteps behind the tide coming closer but I hear something from the sea. I look and watch the waves crash into the pier and I know it’s calling me. A voice calls in the wind. A voice I know from deep within. I turn to see where it comes from then set like solid stone. A hand reaches out to me and my eyes follow up the arm. I see a face with concerned eyes and then I see a memory so lovely and so warm. I struggle to find words come alive, the years crash all around. Those smiling eyes. That face I knew. I have to try… ‘Is it really you’