We take pretty pictures
We take pretty pictures of the Pacific ocean
crashing its
self against the
waves thrashing its
selves into dark
and shiny pieces. Water deep and blue and filled with
a wetness that sounds poignant and sad
but heartwarming at the same time. An
ink of tear drop is spilled onto the shoreline
and it mixes with the soft sands
and pebbles and the sunlight
finds its way through the grey blue clouds.
The winds stop, and listen.
“ I miss you ”
