Boardwalk beach goers
Strolled in ball caps
And in wide-brimmed hats
And in flip flops
And in cover-ups casually tied over low-slung bikinis
Lining the railing of the weathered pier
Eyes half closed, hands folded, heads atilt
Shoulders squared to a fading sun
A familiar form among the silhouettes
Twenty years hence
A cascade of raven hair
A billowing summer dress
My single breath
Then across rutted planks
To finally slake the thirst for another and
Be free of the malfeased heart
The lilt of perfume
Light, breathless, familiar
Transported back through time
To burn white hot again
Only to blanch at the precipice
Before the gray water
Silent

When one writes ten word stories,
One must think fast.

I didn't know I was missing anything
I thought that we had everything
Shared through wires and satellite signals
It's kind if silly to think like that in hindsight
Because I sat down with her at the same table
No computer screens, no lost connections
I could feel it when she kicked my shoe
We've lost so much time
We missed everything.

I see things
I feel them too
I'm paranoid
I don't know you
I know things
I know it all
They're blinded
By my love
Don't hate me
I am you
I'm inoffensive
But you don't know
I couldn't hurt you
Don't run don't go