Calling

A day in June under the sun,

Lathered by waves.

Out for a run.

An hour at sea. Blankets of sand

Cover my feet.

Searching for your hand.

Alone I stand.

A sunset spent scanning the open sea,

Hoping you'd come

Looking for me.

An evening of silence writing to you,

The letter in a bottle

And read by few.

A week of sleepless nights, for wonder and shame,

Searching lost memories

To remember your name.

A single rest, it was my only,

Thinking of you.

Are you also lonely?

A sunrise to carry me out to the shore.

Calling for you.

But you are no more.