Postpone

Salty wind pricks up my skin,

But sitting, the bench feels warmer.

I think I said my patience was thin,

But that had passed by an hour.

The towel, I think, weighs more

When I go to seek an alibi.

I walk two blocks, backtrack to four

Distract myself with shapes in the sky.

Just enough time has passed

Only now have I become alone

I blame poor timing for my outlast,

I'm glad we did not postpone.