That night on the beach (place) by Lactic.Acid

we met that night, you and i.
you in your blue-jeans and cute flannel shirt,
me in my khakis and blue shirt.

thursday was the best day, that week.
only, it took me too long to notice you,
working by your side all week, focused only on the next nail.

but i did notice you, and i am a better man for it.
we talked and we fidgeted, but not a nervous fidget,
no, there was no nervousness that evening.

it was the fidget you get when you're just counting the seconds.
like a child, standing at the side of the pool,
waiting for thirty minutes to be up before jumping in.

we walked that night, talked on the beach.
your hand in mine, your baby-blue eyes gazing at mine,
your long blonde hair that smelt of the ocean.

some think we move too fast, ourselves included.
we know though; we know it isn't too fast,
because we fit, because we have no questions about our feelings.

regret is another story though.
i have two regrets from that week of building,
i should have grabbed you sooner, and we should have walked on that beach.

it changes nothing now, but hindsight is 20/20.
i still love you and you still love me,
but next time, we're walking that beach.