Mourning Waves

we came home from the beach that day 
and you mimicked the ocean, crashing into 
her 
bedroom. 
leaving behind a trail of seashells that echo,
"i'm just running to the store".
but the store closed at eight 
and it's half past ten. 
but her legs never close. 
so you'll buy sugar from 
her.
and you'll pick yourself up from 
her 
bedroom floor,
and kiss 
me 
goodmourning.