Taranto

I see the ships.

This time I see them without you.

Crossing the bridge. Arriving into your City.

The city of sailors, marines, sea and cozze.

I see those ships.

Big and strong.

I think about how we called that marina Pearl Harbor every time we saw it.

How we laughed at the innocence of it all.

Imagining we would never be bombed with loss, bombed with sadness, bombed with death.

And then the sun rises.

I see the beauty.

I see the sea and the light once again.

In those moments I relish your City.

I see you alive everywhere.

Thank You my love.

You help me see. 💖