the beach

I’m going to pitch my tent on
the beach,
he thought,
and
watch the stars come out, while
the gulf
rushes into its highest tide,
and the rest
of
the world sleeps. He will sleep, too,
he understood, but only
to the sound
of the waves. He will think of her
as the darkness
falls, of the quiet and
the silence
and the stillness,
when they lay,
together. He will think of her, but she
will not
think of him,
for she no longer feels
the stillness, nor
the silence, nor
the solitude of
... them.