girl

[Sharra]

He won’t notice if I sit in the shade,
and trace the shadows of leaves on your face
as the sun fades away. We sit and sip
from glasses so clear our wine seems suspended
in mid-air, and I become braver and kiss you
for the first time – a whisper telling
you my secret. These days he’s so busy,
doesn’t see that the girl he knew is now a girl
like you, who has slipped away on the outgoing
tide, to a new shore where the waves lick
my feet instead of crashing me against rocks.
And where we’ll count the sandpipers peppered
on the beach, listening to their cries, until
we’ve walked so far there’s no going back.