I spotted you amongst the masses there
with only a moment to choose, I feared
this was headed nowhere.
Giving you a raised eye
I slipped you a napkin with my number,
figured this was a love you couldn’t deny.
We filled our summer days gone by
with dragonfly dreams. Our love
left like beach vacationers and passersby.
Heading back to where they’ve come
but deep in the night, they’ll remember
what those summer loves have done.
In this jaded seaside town
after the blazing sun has gone down
nothing remains but tumultuous sea sounds.
Like a discarded napkin
left by a shattered dish,
this love was swept away with the rubbish.