Salty Reunion

I will soon be in your enormous embrace and I am so elated I haven’t slept much since I decided to come back to you, yet again, despite the cost. I have come as often as I could. Only a half dozen times to this place you dwell, while also existing in so many others.

Since the first time I met you, I smelled you before I could see you and I was in love. Eight years old, and I knew I was home. I also knew I couldn’t stay. I never expected to see you again. But somehow my aunt knew I loved you as much as she did, and with little money, made sure I spent time resting upon you, playing beside you, immersing myself in you with joy and careless wonder.

Even when your dangers were brought to my awareness, I would get so caught up in our roughhousing, that you would take me far away before I realized it. Sometimes, I had to struggle to return to safety, and others, I just wanted to let myself drift away into your depths.

You are my home. I will see you in 2 days. Alone.

We have never been alone, together. I have no idea what to expect. I believe my tears of joys will mingle with your saltiness. All I truly know, is I will be sober and free. I will fill myself with your beauty, then bring this feeling back to my apartment, within my heart. My soul. My very being. Until am able to live with you. My Beloved Ocean. My Sacred Stretch of Sand.