the ocean doesn’t comfort me like it should

the water looked like angry

hands, clawing at the sand

leaving marks

like fingernails

 

and the wind screamed

softly

like an angry voice i couldn’t hear

and the seagulls didn’t dare

dive

 

and my lungs, i think,

froze a little bit

because the stormy sea and

your eyes

 

the screaming wind and your voice

 

the desperate waves

and your fingers

 

i went to the ocean the day you left

and all i could see was you.