Leaning out with my shirt tucked in
Savour the foul harbour breeze
Surrounded by strangers
Alone amidst the waves
I’m eating my apple too loudly
I see his irritation
I chew with more passion and dish out a cheeky grin
He doesn’t seem pleased
He would be if he could experience its crunch too
I’m getting used to plaster roofs, empty walls and late busses
I’ve been consciously savouring the sunshine
I’d let it burn me if it cared to
Then it would linger past it’s due date
So many things to hold onto too tightly
My knuckles will turn white
Then blue
Then fall into the sea
Sweet, salty and unclaimed they will sink to the oceans floor
A piece of me will become food for bottom feeders
Only then will I learn to let go