the couple

wordless, quiet
they sat throughout the morning
watching waves coming in
going out
 
silence formed like white caps
flattened on silken sands
sliding back and forth
like sweaty bodies in an erotic movie scene
 
they labored in spent memories
as if giving birth to times before yesterday
forgotten in some lead-lined vault
left to wilt woefully in regret
 
his stop-watch was a gift from her
her knitting needle, from him
both for days such as this
when waves were as predictable as her next slip stitch
 
his thumb could no longer push the stem
to activate a never moving second hand
her fingers too frail
to pull her slip stitch through
 
so wordless, quiet
they sat throughout the morning
watching waves coming in
going out
 
“it’s a nice day to enjoy you.”
he finally said.
“and you.” she agreed, dropping her needle.
“and you.”