Because I have nothing else to offer

I watched the slowly setting
sun; lights heartbeat slows
to one. Night has begun
before the day is out, turn
about is fair-play, I watched
you play today: joyous in
the water; heartbreak as I
gazed upon you. This is no
romance novel, there is an
end to this, this pseudo-bliss,
love's remiss, heart's amiss.
Miss miss miss miss - and
because I have nothing else
to offer, I wrote you this.