As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
The tide is going out across the shingle.
But it isn't that.
it's because at that moment she chooses
to walk into the room without any clothes on.
Drowsy, not even sure where she is
for a moment.
She waves the hair from her forehead.
Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed,
He sees her
through the doorway.
she's remembering what happened that morning.
For after a time, she opens one eye and looks at him.
And sweetly smiles.
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