observation ii

We sit out on the sand,

The fog covers the sky,

And blankets the world,

Like a shield. 

The waves nip at our feet,

The water's cold

But I'm warm because you hold my hand,

And I don't think you even realize. 

We lay back on the damp sand,

And you brush back my hair,

And leave your fingers there

For a second too long

And I think I've gotten too used to this.