On the Beach
I sit on a seaside bench
scarred through the ages by the carvings
of numerous lovers.
How many are still together?
I think of you.
The gulls, threatening and screeching,
dive and swoop with a vitality
that leaves me breathless.
As I am old, there i said it
their behaviour both impresses and threatens
my lonely world.
The waves too are passionate
crashing headlong, bullying, a tired beach.
Wrapped up for protection I barely feel
the sun’s assault.
I long for you but know you are gone.
Everything changes on a personal level
but in the wider scheme of things
nothing really does.
I miss your touch
and your fearless smile.
But i am just a coward.