The first time I talked to you
It was like the waves washed me up onto shore
and I dried out in the sun.
I promised I'd never go back in the waves
and drift away.
You dreamed of the ocean and
I dreamed of the island.
The first time I saw you watching the waves
more than you ever watched me,
I realized what you craved wasn't human warmth
but the chill and bite of the salty water.
You stayed up watching the sun set over water
while I dug my feet into the sand.
The first time I couldn't find you on the island
I looked out over the water and watched you floating on your back
eyes shut against the sun and a smile on your face.
I called you back to the island
but it took you a long time to listen.
The last time I saw you,
you told me our lives weren't meant to be lived in such a parallel;
her endlessly tossed into the waves while I washed up on the shore.
I call to you from the island
and wish you happiness.
My island is my home
and happiness comes when I lay in the cool sand
and feel the sun on my face
and even when I look out at the water ceaselessly crashing onto the sand
because I know you're out there loving it.