A Writing by the Ocean

here we’ve arrived at the opera house at the end of our lives sitting with our backs to the bar on the open door terrace looking out across a slice of silver blue ocean glimmering in Santa Cruz de Tenerife drinking a glass of dry white saying nothing to each other because nothing more needs to be said after this many sunsets side by side except are you cold here’s my jacket should we get the check and die already hunny bunny I love you