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.