I sit holding my knees
head resting
on folded arms,
watching the waves break
gently over my
naked feet.
The sand warm
runs a way down the beach
in my footsteps
back to where she lays sleeping,
still dreaming images
painted upon the canvas of the heart...
slowly beating
beneath her rhythmic breast.
I had to come away
I could not bear to gaze to long
upon her beauty
for fear I too
was only dreaming.
For how could she love me
how could she
when I have nothing to offer her...


but these my words.

I miss the way you walk, with such careful long strides,
I miss your catalogue of laughs and your tireless smile.
I miss our breath combining like tiny wisps of smoke,
I miss your sense of humor, and I miss your sense of style.