I love the sea;

the sands;

the waves; and,

its honesty.

I asked the sea once,

"Why do people always leave?"

all its saltiness suddenly tasted bland,
its waves suddenly calmed.

It answered,

"Because they are searching for another person,"

it paused when I sobbed
as if it felt my sadness
and it was sad, too,

"and they did not find it in you."