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.