do you remember that day
when you photographed me
on the swell of the bay?

i had salt splash clinging to my skin
orange pulp fresh on my tongue
and a kiss from the yellow sun on my face
as i stood
(clutching the main of the small sailboat)
for a closer look.

in that moment we shared
with one hundred yards of ocean between us
i could feel your breath in the wind.
you were a dark silhouette with the sun to your back
and a camera to your face
and you clicked that moment into a photograph.

do you remember that day
the same way i remember it?

the engine on your boat
tugged you out to sea
and the idle whim of the wind
left my sails to bob on the blue of the bay
as you sped away
from me.


a/n: autobiographical