waking up to the sound of waves,
and the way you looked in the morning.
I wore love on my sleeve
as if I had spilled the entire contents
of my overflowing heart
onto all my belongings.
Lucky, you don't belong to me.
We sipped stale coffee,
watched the sun rise effortlessly over the water,
talked about nothing - lacing up boots, maybe,
supporting the weight of heavy eyelids.