You Were the Sea, and I Was the Wind

Prose Poetry

Photo by William Farlow on Unsplash

The sea calls to me with each wave meeting the tide, and I stand by the shoreline as the water greets me.

I’m reminded of you, so far away, in the way you washed over me like a force of nature. Your laughter rang in my ears, and your touch relaxed me like nothing else. You were cleansing in a way few things rarely ever are.