Hot sun
Rough waves
Salty air
Crying gulls

My heart is heavy for you, my dear.
As I lay on this towel, under the suns golden rays
I remember how you felt laying by my side.

By my side, my dear
Your skin smooth
Your pulse pumping
Your fingers tracing my skin

Isn't it strange, my dear?
How the sun felt not hot but warm when you were by my side.
How the waves seemed not rough, but gentle when your pulse pumped next to me.
How the salty air felt thin, not as thick, as you traced those silly hears on my skin.
How the gulls sang, instead of cried when your skin brushed mine.

All was calm, peaceful, right.

All is hectic, violent and wrong.

Come back to me my dear,
Stay by my side so the sun can be warm again.
Let me feel your pulse so the waves will be gentle.
Trace my skin, so the salty air no longer chokes me.
Brush against my skin, so the gulls will be happy, and sing once again.

And maybe this time, i'll sing too.