Inlet

Inlet.

Standing in the sand,

Barefoot, dress blowing in the ocean breeze.

Arms around me,

My Vronsky,

But he was already taken.

Pretending not to see you as you walked by,

looking for me.

The beginning of the end.

That feeling was nice for a brief moment.

That pure, insatiable desire that I might die without you.

Desperate, fleeting passion.

Phone calls with no one there.

I know it’s you,

But you say nothing.

Looking back,

it was tumultuous, reckless.

Selfish.

But that feeling always fades eventually.

Ours just never had a chance.

And therefore, I will always remember it as it was so long ago.