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.