i walk

I have become used
to walking along
the beach
alone.
I used to think that perhaps
someday, one day,
I would meet
her
walking the other
way, that she would
be looking for me,
while I for her and that we
would meet after our eyes
did.
Now,
I’m not so sure.
Now, I think
that that is what
a
young
romantic thinks,
not a
romantic like me
who
understands romanticism’s
tease and her truth.
So, I walk alone
and
expect nothing more.