Out of sight, out of mind. Mountains of waves, valleys of water. The ocean, impenetrable, prevailing, monstrous. It’s between us.
If I had a skiff, could I sail to you? But would I care…do I think of you? When you’re not at my elbow, when you’re not before my eyes, you’re not as much in my thoughts. This morning I saw your words, and I remembered you. But I couldn’t hear your voice—it was lost in the ocean wind. I see your face, but it’s still and lifeless. I only get shadows of the real you.
But I want you in the flesh! I want to hold your hand, I want to hear your voice, I want to see your smile. I want to be with you. Why did you have to go away—and without me? That horrible sea divides us, but one day it’ll disappear, and we’ll be together again, and I’ll hold your hand, I’ll hear your voice, I’ll see your smile. One day, one day… I just have to wait, and wait…and wait.
