Cliff side
misty-eyed
blurry vision
and covered in sand.
I don't know why you stayed that night
to see me
seeing you,
and read the words of someone who understands
us
better than we do.

The ocean is alive,
even in the dark.
And where we stood, our cold feet
were too afraid to even
wonder
what is alive
in the midnight waters
in your arms
in my hands
in this moment
in your car, and in the streets
where cold feet stumble
over the fear
that the ocean is alive
and colder hands
don't know what to do with themselves.