We walked the beach and talked for hours
about things that mattered and didn’t.
We stop for a moment and you watched
me draw lines that crossed in the sand, knowing
the tide would wash them away in a matter of hours.
We even shared a fantasy
of sailing upon the open sea.
Your amusement was to watch me leave the safety
of the old pier that shifted
when the wind blew from no where.
You knew my fears, yet, laughter was all I heard
followed by your reflection of tears.
I smiled, the cocky wrench in me
would not let you laugh long,
jumping in feet 1st you flew off your rear!
Ha! Who laughed now with gleam?
Snickering, my inner voice screamed,
Na-Na-Na-Na, hey-hey-hey, good-bye,
with a splash into the water went your sexy behind.
You of course saw no humor
and with one swift motion I joined you.
Once more, in over my head,
I heard you say, “just play dead.”
You had no idea my feet were made of lead.
I sunk like an apple with out a core
you saw my plight and save my ass once more.
Like two wet rats, we struggled to the shore.
Who said that friends didn’t cross lines?