i can still taste the ocean
cold water and freshness
fog and the sound of wind
cold sand
sad eyes of yours
as blue as my blues
after the darkest night
you were the one
sitting there with me
to shiver
and feel warm and the hope
inside
for us
love me like you did
my light
we can make it easier
we'll make this last
we're going home

i love you.

© beckie jordan