Him and the Ocean
I like the way it glows when the moon slips into something brighter and the earth wears snow like a blanket.
The way the sky is lit up even though the sun fell hours ago
It reminds me of the dark blue green of the sea.
A place I've only touched a handful of times yet still haunts my body like a ghost in a 100 year old house.
I stood there face pressed against the cold glass missing him and the ocean.
It's funny that he fell into the same category of ache.
he, like the water, was a home I couldn't always be in.
A sigh escaped my lips and I turned away
That was enough heartache for one moment.
The way the sky is lit up even though the sun fell hours ago
It reminds me of the dark blue green of the sea.
A place I've only touched a handful of times yet still haunts my body like a ghost in a 100 year old house.
I stood there face pressed against the cold glass missing him and the ocean.
It's funny that he fell into the same category of ache.
he, like the water, was a home I couldn't always be in.
A sigh escaped my lips and I turned away
That was enough heartache for one moment.