always the poet, never the muse

walking hand in hand

bare feet in the sand

we could’ve conquered any land

if only you had thought we were as grand

you admired the view

i was stuck on your eyes’ hue

my favourite shade of blue

so i confessed, “i love you”

suddenly silence suffocated us

and you had never missed home so much

so you abandoned the walk

our talk

the beach

and your leach

we never returned to the trail

“it was far too frail”

so i never got to dive in the sea

or to feel you love me

you say you’re just not fond of the salt

so nobody is at fault

and i’m forced to understand your halt

despite it being an assault