Sunset

Here we are at sunset sitting on the sand listening
to the waves ease onto the shore and gulls settle
for the night. It is the standard question: where did
we go wrong? I have slipped away from you
like the half moon setting in the morning.
It fades with the rising sun.

Did I make one
suggestion too many about how I would
accomplish a task when you have
not asked for assistance? I
was only trying to be helpful,
did not see the tides of irritation
on your face.

I wish we could come back
to the morning of the sunrise
when we met. But just as you cannot
hold a wave in your hand,
we will never capture that sunrise.