sitting in lawn chairs, its a clear night, the ocean break glows, the breeze beckons us to say something, but the silence reveals all our shyness, an opportunity missed, these short moments unlived, and i'll live with the regret, while talking myself to sleep, trying not to dream, of what could have been, excuses getting caught while trying to exhale, the reasons without explanations, the time will pass, and i'll forget that i ever used to dream of starry nights like this.