Lying on the cold beach
Pretending to listen to the waves crash and watch the stars shine.
All I heard was your heartbeat,
All I saw was your chest rise and fall with each breath.
Clinging onto your hand
Because every secret second counted,
But never daring to lift my cold lips to yours.
I felt them breathing warmth on my forehead and that had to be enough;
It was love and I clung to it tighter than I clung to your hand.