I tend to be away for days
Because you’ve push me into the sea repeatedly.
I used to believe that the salt sting was for me.
You tend to use the wind to create extra space.
You call it the natural flow.
I used to dance with your hands in my hair
Because you told me
you liked me wild.
I used to believe the kicked up dust in my eyes was my destiny.
The flowers miss me
The birds follow me home
The leaves beg me to crumple them under my feet
The wind lifts my shirt and tickles my skin
trying to get me to stay.
You tend to be away from me for days
that show themselves as years
Because you have learned how easy it is
to replay my happiness.
I used to wait on tears
I used to hang on unspoken words
I used to build my fantasy
I used to repeat my dreams
and cheat myself into reality.
Because I never learned how to see beyond
my little world.
I thought the stars spelt out, “stay right here.”
I was wrong.
But…The sea! And the wind! And the birds! And the dust!
They have left writing in my hand.
Everywhere I look it says, “dear sweetheart, we miss you, please come home, stop waiting in that wasteland, hope to see you soon, we love you.”