parting shot

the last time i saw you,

your back was turned, and

you were looking at the ocean.

 

your yellow hair

was brighter than ever,

and i could see your skin

underneath your thin white shirt.

 

i was going to tell you that i loved you,

but i thought that it could wait,

because i didn’t know

that the last time i would see you

your back would be turned,

and you would be looking at the ocean.

 

e. j.