The blood still moves,
But my soul is stranded,
on that same beach where we began.
My existence is buried in every grain of sand that once held our love,
still salted by the ocean that carried us to each other.
I taste you in the wind,
in the surf, in the salt that once clung to your skin.
I see your eyes, clear as the first day,
when something inside me said,
That’s him.
That’s the man I’d give anything to.
Everything I am.
Everything I could ever be.
And even now,
with distance between us like a wound that never heals,
I reach.
Across countries, oceans, years.
I reach with shaking hands and an open heart,
trying to catch the scent of you
in the wind that still dares to touch my skin.
Because I live in the memory of us.
And sometimes,
it’s the only place
I still feel alive.
The distance is here now,
wide as oceans,
and I reach for you still.
With every gust of wind against my skin,
I search for the scent of you.
And sometimes—
