The first time I talked to you

It was like the waves washed me up onto shore

and I dried out in the sun.

I promised I'd never go back in the waves 

and drift away.

 

You dreamed of the ocean and

I dreamed of the island.

 

The first time I saw you watching the waves

more than you ever watched me,

I realized what you craved wasn't human warmth

but the chill and bite of the salty water.

 

You stayed up watching the sun set over water

while I dug my feet into the sand.

 

The first time I couldn't find you on the island

I looked out over the water and watched you floating on your back

eyes shut against the sun and a smile on your face.

 

I called you back to the island

but it took you a long time to listen.

 

The last time I saw you,

you told me our lives weren't meant to be lived in such a parallel;

her endlessly tossed into the waves while I washed up on the shore.

 

I call to you from the island

and wish you happiness.

 

My island is my home 

and happiness comes when I lay in the cool sand

and feel the sun on my face

and even when I look out at the water ceaselessly crashing onto the sand

because I know you're out there loving it.