It is early and light
The hotel cat is asleep upon the step
And leaning against the railing on the promenade
Is a girl looking out to sea
The slivers of glass between my toes
Hurt me as I try to walk
The fish and chip newspaper
Wraps around my ankles in the wind
And in the cafe with faded, greying walls
There is a couple at the end of the table
Engrossed in their shared existance
One yawns and the other stretches
In the drizzle through the window
I approach the girl who is crying
But she pushes me away
And makes for the sands
I have been with her so long
It is strange to watch her fun for the sea
As the waves close above her head
I know she will not return