At your parents' beach house you slept next to me like a patient on a gourney. I watched gravity hold you down as you sleep.nnSlipping shoes over bare feet, 3 a.m., walking clumsily down to the beach. Stumbling from the lack of sleep, the alcohol wore off but we still felt so free.nnDrunken college kids mistake us for friends, I'll sit back and let them. We can matter to someone and the waves will pull the sand out to sea.nnGravity will crush us someday.