We had planned a moment of silence
to underline the end of our relationship
when we were four years old.
It was the first break up for both of us.
We wanted a ritual.
We sat in the sand, back to back.
“I shall not marry you,” he said.
“I shall not marry you,” I said.
Then we went on with our play,
making big deep holes
all the way through the black blue sand,
and emerging water sealed the deal.