What if we ran into the tide together?
Both afraid and unsure
if this was the right thing to do,
the right time
for getting lost.
When the sand is being tugged away out from under our feet,
and the sun has just begun to beat down overhead,
and I know that you are the only one
that I want to be standing on this beach with,
treading into the cool waters despite our anxieties
seems wonderful and inevitable.
I’d want to be holding your hand.