The Love of The Ocean

You told me you liked the white sand

You always wanted to experience it

—Feel it in-between your toes

You said you liked to watch the current

And I listened

I took note

–I still didn’t know what you wanted.

I watched your lips move.

Your eyes told me everything I needed to know.

—The uncertainty towards me

Led you astray.

So I followed you for miles.

There was no draft,

No current

No wind.

A stillness in the air;

rage at the forefront.

I saw you watch admirably.

I guess you grew tired of my beach.