Was it the struggle,
the unknown,
the fear of something new?
All covered
in dark, salty blue.

We never fell apart,
we carried on,
lived a life
that not everyone would do,
as the love we have
is so different,
so true.

Now I come,
and I see the salty blue,
light,
bright,
pure,
so when you flip a penny,
from the pier,
you can see it drowning through.

There you’re standing,
looking at the sea,
and you’re so happy,
so peaceful.

I take your hand and I can feel it.

And when I hear a seagull,
wherever,
longing for the sea,
a flood of happiness
rises my mood,
as it reminds me
of a joyful day
with you.

 

2018, London