Those big blue eyes
I swear he held the entire ocean in them
Yet here I am on the shore trying to scoop the water with my trembling hands.
With my trembling hands I am trying to hold him,
I should have known I never could.
His hair,
Ashy, golden blonde, streaks gentle enough to persuade me.
His hands,
Rough and dry, yet so calming as he cupped my face to kiss me.
He traded places with the sun and he knew it.
He knew I would orbit around him.
How his words would haunt me
How his voice would follow me
Day by day, I am pulled into him.
Night by night, I am begging for him.
He looked down at me,
Hovering,
Smiling,
And in that moment, I held the ocean.
He allowed me to hold the ocean and now I am the shore.
He will crash into me and I will absorb him.
I know he will leave me
But I know that he will be back.
I know that soon enough he will crash over me
And I will absorb him yet again before he disappears.