Soliloquy

The snapping of your heels,
The clicking of your tongue in annoyance,
The sound made by the ocean
upon hitting the rocks wave after wave;
Every possible opportunity we snatched
from the jaws of disapproving friends
who supplicate us with the same questions.

What are we leaving behind?
The waves finally gain traction
and form an identity for themselves
just like you and I are,
But we are drifting, too, like these tides are;
Imagining the lamp left burning on
and the curtains letting the light in.

The rising of the sun for yet another day in paradise
The waves coaxing the rocks
for yet another ride upon cheerless waters
The moonlight upon your grim face and
the paintwork we slid down so easily
These things were like the promises we made
No doubt we will come back to them someday.