Ode to the Sea
WRITING something about the Sea has always been difficult for me. One way or the other i always seem to be petting a butterfly on the stomach to write something about him.
Time, when i was with him, was not an element. I didnt even know what time it is when we’re close.
I didn’t get to have a friend out of him. Neither did i get him to stay with me forever or much longer. That is too much to ask.
However, a moment with him these days can be considered a privilege, if not a luxury.
We could be extreme at times, estranged always and even disconnected. But whatever the differences, we did get together at one point in our lives with no debates. The moments at the Sea, with the Sea, was one memory sure to linger till death. However, the tides didn’t agree on our favor.
While good things happen, some good things never last.
I miss the bitter, salty Sea. I do not intend to ask him. It’s better this way not knowing how it was after all this time. With All of My Life. .
