lines etched in my face
names on the tip of my tongue
arms too short to read.

values I hold dear
not the same ones you embrace
worth the same amount.

He'll hold his cup close while she

drips
          drips
                   drips

Impatiently he'll warm her,
filling his cup

Faster
          Faster
                    Faster

Back into the ocean she goes,
He is already gone.