'Just Friends," by Robert Creeley

Out of the table endlessly rocking,
sea shells and firm,
I saw a face appear
which called me dear.

To be loved is half the battle,
I thought.
To be
is to be better than is not.

Now when you are old what will you say?
You don't say,
she said.
That was on a Thursday.

Friday night I left
and haven't been back since.
Everything is water
if you look long enough.