When you are there,
In the mist
That salty barrier that swallows our kisses
I can only see half of your dreams
Those smiles are certainly,
memories I know I should be making
As quick as I can
Before you go.
But like a spider, I weave only so fast…
Only so fast before I know,
That I have gathered all that I need,
All I need before you go
Back into the distant grey tides
When I am here,
With nothing but sand to hold my weight of worries.
Fistfuls of worry and love.
You ought to know…
I love you, even when you go…
Even more so when you go…