Don't worry, darling
the ocean will be only a
memory, one day,
the wild waves a footnote
in the story of your
meandering life
we will meet occasionally,
drinking espressos in
the heart of London
imagining we are somewhere
(anywhere) else
but eventually, you will
forget me, and I will
not shake my limbs
into yours, worrying
about breaking the
skin. We are not
endless and forever
is now