Kits Beach

Beach stairs
It’s just me
Walking up these narrow steps
Hugging the rails
Socially distanced
From eager feet dancing past

Damn it
Another wave of despair
Stabs me right in the gut
A shovel’s edge

Now all I see
My own two feet

No other feet belong
with me
No other sounds that really matter

No flip-flop noises
No house keys clanging the steel handrail

No sweet exhales sent my way
Just my own breath
panting for past glory.