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Boomerang

posted 24 Oct 2015, 07:19 by Louise Jensen   [ updated 24 Oct 2015, 07:31 by Tim Elliston ]

Our foreheads touch at the airport as we vow this is more than a holiday romance. We’ll Skype, Instagram, Facebook. It will be almost as if we’re still together. Almost.

You take your suitcase, and my heart, and fly thousands of miles home.

I tag you in photos, change my relationship status and wait interminably for your promised call. The phone is silent and I’m broken.

I’ll never get over you.

The sand is hot beneath my feet as I stare out into the ocean where we once swam. There’s a boy surfing, tousled and tanned, and I raise my hand and smile.

Life goes on.

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