The holes in your wrists and my knees in the sand.

I didn't believe them
when they said that it was you.
They ran inside without bothering to shake
the wet sand
from the bottom of their jeans.
It was ugly outside.
Why would you come today?
I took my time rolling up my jeans.
One, two, three rolls. I hate sand.
I took my time,
zipping my blue and grey hoodie halfway
as Thomas urged me to hurry.

There you were on the oceans edge,
one foot in the water and one in the sand.
The tumbling white and grey clouds
dulled the colors, golden sands turned
a muted white, deep blue oceans turned
a monotone blue.
You looked different. I couldn't be sure
even as I drew close to you.
I searched your face for anything,
any tell that you were a fraud,
and you took my hand and placed it into your side.
And I knew.



The title very much needs work, thanks, I know,
Jason