The Little Things

Her hair blows with the wind and the waves,

the water nearly touches her kneecaps.

You can hear children's screams carrying 

through echoes across the coast.

You take a bite out of an ice cream cone 

as it drips onto the ground, 

distracted. looking up to see 

the waves have swept her away 

while you sit there, confused—

what went wrong? You missed it.