Silky sand drifting through my clinched fist
falling on his tanned back.
He startles pushing his glasses.
"Don't do that. Read your book."

I draw patterns on his arm,
writing, "I love you."
He jerks away,
"Are you bored?"

My hand shades my eyes.
He stands and walks away.
I close my eyes.
Almost done
.
No more to give.
Yes, bored.
As he.
No more for us.