Between us - a poem.

My fingers trace a line between the sea and sky,

Smearing the water vapour, letting the light in again

Cold glass against warm skin, tired eyes looking for a glint,

Of silver, of a brighter grey within the silence that fills the car,

Words have fallen into the confined space between my heart and my head

And there they wait, weighted with fears that will fade 

Like shadows in the sun, when you finally smile -

When you finally smile and I see the sun setting over the sea,

Turning the fading words, rose and golden, into a promise

That will lead to a lifetime of sunsets, of tides

Of words whispered in cars, in beds and in your arms

My fingers trace the line between you and me.