his/hers

His surfboard sits right beside him.

The morning quiet and calm.

Till the waves come crashing in.

Like the sweats in his palm.

“How would you feel if a boy liked you?”

“I-, I honestly don’t know.”

His surfboard feels heavy under his toes.

The waves don’t feel like home.

He crashes deep, where no one knows.

Still thinking of the boy no one owns.

“He’s leaving tomorrow.”

“I know.”

He stays.

And counts down the days.