Was I the only one now on the beach?

She had stood behind me,

we had both waited- awkwardly.

She decided then to go,

I surmised- by the sound that

the soft tread of departure makes

on sand...

Sunsets care nothing for dimming shadows

nor waves sigh, that they must lap and fill

the printed pools left by feet.

How hard to turn and not look

back to what once was defined

by her gaze- her thinking that 

pulled all about- towards her,

as if to listen,

as if to care.

words and foto T Carroll