As the couples kiss on the benches
overlooking the sea
I count the windows with their lights on
So I won’t spoil the moment.
I watch the waves recede
Think about jumping in, swimming
As the horizon dances in and
Out of my vision.
The promenade, lit with cheap torches
Lights my way home
Keeps my feet moving
In a straight line.
I open my mouth to scream and catch
A wave, scratching salt into the wound
Where your kiss caught and hung me
Out to dry.