Rained Out Beach Trip

rained out beach trip does not matter gives me time to think first time alone with the waves crashing scented seashell to my ear wishing for a different choice of words gripping the pendant you gave me on my last birthday....the one with the lips in the middle of a heart frustrated because i know not why i came here wanting the pleasure of your company in simplicity rained out beach trip not helping life in fragments since you left feeling like dirt full of disposed chewing gum with dead saliva tears the only salted experience tasting the regret while wishing i was not such a 'man' watching time pass slowly checking out early leaving symbols of our tattered, wilted love behind moving with constipated progress stubbornness dissipating submitting to obviousness whispering repeatedly....'i miss you'....