We Missed The Tide Poem by peter rodenby

The causeway was beginning to flood,
We had to turn back, leave the island
Bleak winter sand, soaked pools of water
Littered the beach.
Watching, safe on the Main land
First wave breaking over the road.
We knew, made the only decision possible.
Still sad, to be forced to leave the island.

From the shelter of the car, the tide raced.
Eating lunch, oat cakes and cheese.
Showing photographs, talking laughing
Crushed in the back seat, I knew
By your lips on my face, your hands,
By touch, felt your passion.
The way your body responded to mine
You were there for me and love.

I had come from darkness.
From a long sleep, like Rip Van Winkle.
Being with you was a betrayal
I knew it then I know it now.
Selfish, cruel, hurting some one.

I waited ten years.
For circumstances, situations to change,
Friends and families
Marriages and deaths, kept us apart.

I hoped you would come to me.
I said it then. I say it now.
Only, I am not your friend
A friend could hurt and betray you
I want to be your love.