The Meeting

The boards creaked

As she walked on the

Boardwalk

She was

Not much farther than

The horizon

She wore white

And her hair

Glistened

As the clouds

Opened up

Like bar swinging doors

To let some light in

And the closer she got

The louder her steps

I held my hand

Close to my chest

To suppress all

The drumming

My heart

Decided to make

So I could listen