Catching some air

It was the plaques you see
All along the pier
You didn’t like the ones about the dead
Talk about mood turner
We make up new ones
At 4 in the morning
I’m behind you right now
You’ll never get rid of me
I’m watching you from the gift shop
I’ll wave from the second groyne on the left in 2050…
weather permitting
It’s the last one that gets us
The tea is spilt
I open a window
The night comes in
Like a protective coating
Like we’re babies
Love like laughter is catching it says
Time to go to sleep