on the beach
watching the waves gently lap onto the shore
after talking for forever and watching the smoggy sky
He kisses me
His eyes are crinkly
I remember the situation
the breathing gets to me, the sadness in both our faces
or is that just something I'm looking for

We kiss at the door, after I leave.
Then he blows me off the next day.
My friend says there's a multitude of reasons.
But I'll be ok with just the fact.
Sometimes you accept that you don't know,
because all you can do
is watch the waves lap in and out
You can't stop the ocean.