Walking in wee hours, time on my hands
Lost in my scattered thoughts at bay,
Listening to the wind, the crashing waves
Currents pulling, pushing them away.

Enchanted by the moonlit ripples
Nearing the water’s edge, mesmerized,
I sit, reaching with hands held out
In hopes of touching them somehow.

I recalled out of the blue once
He asked me if he deserves a chance,
My heavy...