float

i miss the ocean, it's grace, it's tides, it's calling for me to swim. i miss the crazy sea gulls that fly and prey on romantic picnic moments. i miss the wind that blows distant echoes of meaningful chatters as you stretch your body high and proud. i miss digging my toes in the sand because my callous over powers the beauty of my feet. i miss the emptininess of the night and you fill in the void in the sky, flying saucers that someday will abduct our passion and desire. i miss the strangers that walk by surfing for treasures, could be seaweed, but it's pretty. i'm hoping not to see the ocean again. not now, not til i'm ready, not til i can float with you.