The water, polluted and murky, would kill me if I jumped in. But if I look far enough into the sea, it turns green and blue, with the light reflecting off of your dress, slightly transparent. You and the beer making me smile as we trip across cobblestones, towards the end I never wanted. But that’s how these things work. And I realize that maybe it wasn’t what I wanted. But I sure as hell wanted it when it ended. Give me boozy bloated nights in a prefurnished den. Breathing like winos on a good day. Looking like shit but laughing like millionaires. Short times, long impressions.