Swimming in your ocean

So he sails away again. And I give him to the sea, not knowing when he'll be back. Hoping the waves soothe his pain and rock him into peaceful sleep at night. I wish that the laughs that we had will stay fresh in his memory and he thinks of me with a smile on his face. I'll tell the sun to give up some warmness to his heart and soul because his heart is too good and too kind to be frozen, and his soul seems so fragile right now. I'll send birds to his vessel so he would know that he's never alone. I'll command the winds to blow those sad thoughts away from his head. And if it's necessary, I'll call in a storm so that he won't have time to think at all. The thunder will be there to give his heart the rhytm to beat with, and lightning will make him blind for his own tears, even those he haven't let out. Finally, I'll plea a soft, overwhelming mist to surround him, giving him the peace of mind he so desperately needs. And I'll ask the stars to watch over him and guide him safely to the dock. Because I'm waiting here.

Loving, being close and caring doesn't cost a thing.

And I care.

A lot.