Memories

We watched the ocean at night.And although only the outline and contours of your face were visible, you and your words; your honesty was beautiful. I didn't really want to be there in the cold, just with you. I guess it was the first time (in a long time) I've been warm inside, contrastly my skin was freezing.

So here we are beach, midnight and naked.No facades, no masks, nothing forced but the wind through our shirts. "You cold?" "No." I'm warm. With my head on your shoulder, my hand tracing your fingers and your undivided attention. I'm warm.But temperatures do fluctuate and just like that the very next morning your gone. Same story, same old absence. It's negative degrees when I come to the realization that no, your not mine, I'm not yours and this, this randevu we have every now and then is something I should learn to detach from.


In some ways I've already let go of your hand, let lose of your words, your honest warmth and taken my head off your shoulder. Should probably start using it, instead of....For now I'm back, at the ocean, it's 11:32. And I wish we could be naked of the world just one more time.