the ocean calls to me in a voice that sounds like yours playful waves soaking the cuffs of my tattered jeans
cold sea breezes kiss the skin of my knee through the patch you sewed over the jagged hole but even those stitches are unraveling now
and i think i see you out past the breakers waving at me like weβre some long-lost lovers in black and white and iβm running after your train
but my well-loved boots become too big and the hard concrete rushes to meet the tender skin of the palms of my hands of my exposed knees
impact takes my breath away like when i saw you the first time on dry land and sitting next to me and i wanted to hold your hand so much it made me ache
i want you because i am a selfish human i yearn for you with the tenderness of a poet and i will follow where you lead me
out past the breakers boot tracks left on the sandy shore your siren song calls to me and i answer every time