There’s something about the sea

something about the one “big blue.”

Like she’s been hiding a secret forever

a secret she wants no one to know

or a secret she wants everyone to know.

It’s almost painful to sleep by the sea.

I’m convinced there’s something out there

something out there that’s calling me to her.

There’s countless myths of sirens

luring sailors to their watery deaths.

The sea herself is a siren, I’m sure.

But she’s not calling me to death

it’s like she’s calling me home.

I miss that salty smell like nothing else.

I miss the heavy humid air

that turns my hair into an untamable mess.

It’s so oddly comforting to breathe in.

And the only keepsake

until my next return

the flower pendant from the boardwalk.