what do you think she looks like sitting out on the edge of a dock
as the sun is just beginning to creep down below the trees on the other side of the shore?
light washes just the right side her face as she looks up from dangling her toes in the water
seeing her through the fire pit you're warming yourself by
it crackles and grows, the flames in front of you dance around her messy hair in the distance
the loons coo & the waves slosh against the beach
her feet rise above the water
& she begins to float towards you above the tide
until she’s above the fire
the tallest embers flicker at her feet
she leans down and slowly runs her hand down your cheek
“i wished you loved yourself when you met me”

I think she feels like when the sun has gone down
and the fire is minutes from dying
and me alone