Standing on the cold, wet sand,
Eyes onto the open horizon,
I see you, a thousand miles away.
No footprints, but your presence is there,
Absorbing the warmth of the radiant sun
Contrasting with the salt-infused breeze of the sea.
You are there, for I can feel it.
Skin, bones, and everything in between.
The winds, they blow your call
And you whisper so softly,
"I'm here, just like you."
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PoetryPoetry, prose, and more from the fountain of thought. Cover made by the wonderful @-fedorable. Best Rankings: #3 Essay #3 Monologue #4 Draft #1 Poetry