The day was pure aquamarine,
The shore was beautiful and still,
She stood upon the edge of her horizon
But something told her she was wrong,
Or maybe, he was wrong for her,
A feeling in herself she found surprising
She told him she would marry him,
But now, she’s not so sure;
And in an hour or two,
She’ll tell him this –
And she knows he won’t understand,
She’s not sure she does, either,
But this is how it must be,
How
It is
To share is human:
