You’re writing in your notebook again

I lean over your shoulder, take a peek at what you’re scribbling

You’re painting a picture of salty tears running down her face

As you watch the waves settle back into place

 

A shiver runs down my leg,

Surprised at how you’ve captured the scene

The teacher begins her lecture, but we’re both miles from here

I imagine you writing in your room at night, looking across the pier

 

The lighthouse beams as constant as our dreams—

Circling endlessly, a warning to others before they strike ashore

 

I lean back into my chair, adoring the writer and jealous of the pen

Constantly held in your hand