Meet Me at the Beach.

This morning I
took a long
walk on the
Beach.
A Power walk.
Head Phones on
and off I go.
The person in my ear
is telling me to
get up and go.
Leave my worries.
Life will be OK,
and Blah, Blah, Blah.
The music,
the beat.
Make me walk
at a fast pace.
Sweaty and heart
racing.
My problems seem
to fade away.
The waves, the sand
the desolate beach
all make me calm.
I go back to my
start spot.
Taking my
headphones off.
I look at  the
ocean.
I look to my right,
no one.
I look to my left.
You are standing
next to me, looking
out at the beach
not looking at me
at all.
Is that you?
I say to myself.
The sun is coming up
and there is a mist
that is coming off
the waves as they
crash onto
the shore.
Is that you?
I say out loud.
You turn and look
at me.
Staring at me.
You say something to
me I can barley
hear.
There it is...
You mouth to me,
I am the ocean
and you are the beach.
I smile.
I know exactly what
you mean.
I feel warm.
Loved.
I look out into
the ocean.
then look back to you.
Gone.
You were gone.
A little shaken I walk back
to the house.
I climb to the top of the dune
and look back to you.
I hear your voice,
meet me at the beach.
Anytime.
Anytime.