Losing You

Looking back across the dusk sand,
a pink wind dusting the surf
into veils of salted rain,
I thought of our last time
among the peaks,
not a soul out,
just the prismatic minutes
and euphoric glide towards the beach.

As the years pulled us apart
it became evident,
clear as resin,
something had diffused the days
to a thin fear,
a strand of inflexible kelp
brittled by the sun.

With imperceptible stealth
fear bulged from the black metres
into dead eyes of rubber,
that turned bone to sinkers
and muscle to jelly.

Simply gone,
our moments carried by the offshore
to another time,
another bay.