Rendezvous

More and more travels up from the glass,
And the pink froth starts to descend,
The glare on the window masks the beach,
But salty air squeezes through the battered beloved walls.
In the glass you see yourself,
When time was an endless stream and life was a simpler thing,
But the liquid lowers and swirls in your mouth,
Counting down to the present scene.
And the barking and bellowing of life begins to fade,
The sunlight in the room lowers,
And there's movement in the tide.
Savor these final bubbling droplets,
Before it's time to face the outside.