I seek you on lazy mornings,

With eyes half closed,

Half browsing the room

For you.

I see the waves of the restless sea

And I see your moves

At times when you were mine-

Never still, never quiet,

Never taking the time to appreciate

What you had.

I wish I were a seagull

Always flying above your foam

Admiring every inch of you.

Instead,

I am the shore,

Constantly waiting

For you to come back.