By the time I clock off there's no more sunshine

Do you want to go to the beach?
I'd like to take you there, with me.
I guess that part was obvious.

You can stay in my pocket for now.
I'll take out a tripod and show you around.
Will you appreciate the beauty I found? I know you would.
At least visually. Would you listen to me speak?

I could tell you about the roughness of the rocks. The smell of the seaweed. The salty wind. The fluttering of cauquenes. The scream of a fox. The sensation of sticky limpets I place on my skin. The mountains seem so close, it feels like we could touch... I guess it's I, not we. Just me.
Always me.

The sound of the waves might already come through.
The sparkling sunshine reminds me of you.
I ache from this craving, your warm hand in mine.

I want to take you to the beach.
But I'm at work.
I don't have time.