not Another small Fucking love Poem

This is how love ends:
I couldn’t get anything right
So I gave up trying at all.
Stuck like a dinghy out past
The breakers waiting to come in.
Watching you shoeless on the beach,
Annoyed at the sand I’ve become
Between your toes irritating
When it used to be a tickling joy.
My voice a curlew now
Unmoving in the fog,
Persistent though like Archimedes’ principle
Held up in my hand hoping
For one more pass by the sand bar.

First published in Poetry d’Amour
The Leviathan’s Apprentice
Unstill Mosaics