at the beach without you

You fell through my fingers as

sand.

I had you for a

sweet sun
kissed

wave-beaten

second.

The you fell through

the cracks

of the Jetty.

In the cold,

barefooted,

long-sleeved

hop from

rock

to rock.

We sit and

stare

and stir.

Seaweed- wrapping,

twisting,

gripping-

Had a better

slippery grip

on you,

And our slippery

steps,

with slippery feet

took dry cracked

caution

at the beach

without you-

Did you know I fell?