A couple sitting on the stones on the edge of the ocean,
and I walking a dock,
(their silhouettes barely visible against an early morning)
I could tell they weren't talking,
just sitting there,
listening to the waves hit the rocks
that existed centuries
before any creature was around to hear it.
And watching them I wonder
if the water
made them fall in love
like it did to so many things before them.
I wonder if they think they're alone
(Are we ever?)
He stands,
she stands,
(I wonder if they see me too)
I wonder if he loves her,
if she loves him.
(They grab hands)
I wonder if he reads her eyes
like she reads his body
(They walk to the edge)
I wonder if he tells her
she's beautiful
(They jump)
And I wonder if it's possible to write
a poem without a sad ending