That Night On The Beach

By Irene Ioannou

 

We walked on the beach that night,

my feet unaccustomed to sand,

pebbles and tickling seashells,

the sea chasing my ankles

calling them, twining them,

you striding in front of me

following your thoughts,

your back asking for silence,

lightning flashes revealing

bodies tucked in sunbeds

absorbed, united, merged,

the sea breeze carrying I am sorrys,

I love you, forever,

you suddenly stopping, yawning,

hugging me idly and turning

back, your bare feet searching

your footprints to the car

and me ambling behind.