Reality is calling

I’ve spend the most wonderful
fifteen minutes of my life,
standing on a beach,
holding a man I knew would
never be mine.

His arms around my waist,
his hands couressing my back.
The cold april wind pushing
us close together,
warming his body with my own.
For a wile the world beyond our little speck of sand didn’t exist.

Reality is calling, he says.
He pulls away.
I stay behind,
just wondering what would happen,
what if…