Heights

When the seashells crumbled in your hand, you looked up at me

And the sand shifting underneath your feet

Softened for you, and incredibly, the sun went through from the sky

I was certain I was going to cry

Then you reached up and you reached out

We'd been staring at the water all day

And then you touched me, you were golden

You were giving the game away

When the sand crabs ran across your face, you didn't even twitch

And a soft scent came across the water, impossibly rich

Impossibly cold

We were just nineteen years old

And then you reached up, you reached out

We'd been staring at the water all day

And then you touched me, you were golden

You were giving the game away