When I get to the sea I’ll smile and splash my face.
I’ll maybe paddle and stare at the join where the sea gives way to the sky.
I’ll wish I had a blue beach hut where I could put the kettle on and drink my tea.
I’ll probably walk to the harbour and put my jumper on as the evening chill draws in.
When I get to the sea my lonliness will stand out like a white lighthouse against a blue sky.
When I get to the sea.
I will miss you x.