observation i

We stand on the dock,

The sun has set,

But I can see your happiness 

Even in the dead of night.

The streetlight's on,

The metal is all rusted

And covered in salt,

And you push me up against it.

The metal cool on my skin,

Cooler than the water

When we dip the tips of our toes in,

Laughing about nothing at all

And I think I can get used to this.