Please don’t call;
Don’t bother leaving a message either.
I won’t call you back or even listen.
And please don’t text or write.
Because I won’t respond,
And you won’t find me.
Not here;
Not for a while.

I’d like to tell you where I am.
Where it is that I’ve disappeared to.
But how can I describe where I am,
To someone who has never experienced it?

I hesitate to put its beauty into words
Out of fear that my vocabulary will not do it justice.
And God forbid that I taint your image of it.
Or even make it seem less magnificent then it really,
Truly is.

All I will tell you
Is I am drifting.
Drifting back and forth; smoothly and consumed by nostalgia.
I’ve mastered the steady rhythm of the tide;
Memorized how it breathes when it stretches its arms.

I’ve allowed the breeze to take control.
Signed the waver, official in its smudged dark ink
It’s now my captain
And I follow wherever it goes.
Identical in the ways a pirate will follow a route to treasure.

But I’m not looking for gold.
I have no longing for wealth or money.
What I’ve found is better.

Intimacy,
Passion,
Possibly even love.

And every morning its soft voice
Whispers through the sliding glass doors.
In the afternoon I taste its salty personality,
Sprinkled diligently across my lips.
Adoring the way it has permanently stained my skin.
My perfume is a testament to where I’ve been
And who I’ve spent my hours with.

The different shades my skin turns and
the way my hair reflects the vibrant characteristics of the sun
Represent what I’ve been doing
And where you will find me.

I’ve wandered back into an old lifestyle.
My way of living that ended too soon.
I am its lover.
Completely infatuated and devoted to it.

And when we’re separated,
miles and hours apart;
I feel that it just might cease to exist.
Vanish from my memories.
And with it,
Myself as well.

So don’t bother looking for me.
Unfortunately, I will be back
Don’t worry.
Some force will drag me into reality.
But for now,
I’ll be hiding with my love,
Stranded in the past.