Sunset
Here we are at sunset sitting
on the sand listening
to the waves ease onto the shore,
gulls settle for the night.
It is the standard question: where did
we go wrong? I have slipped
away from you like the half moon
setting in the morning.
It fades with the rising sun.
Did I make one
suggestion too many about how I would
accomplish a task when you have
not asked for assistance?
I was only trying to be helpful,
did not see the tides of irritation
on your face.
I wish we could come back
to that morning when we met.
But just as you cannot hold a wave
in your hand, we will never capture that sunrise.
The Piker Press
2024
