This is today, dear Dan.
You say “let’s stay togheter”,
i pack my bag and head seaside
you don”t stand the waves
they are too noisy and purposeless for you
“Love, i say, you may wait here under the old oak, think about time and feelings, we feel more when we are apart, otherwise we are only flesh and bones, just like waves and stones”.
You pour a drink, your imaginary cat settles in, you two look like a painting
while i drive to the seaside to roast my body and cool my heart