Every time I visit the beach, I think of you 
I peer into its twisting and churning currents,
Its depth and power unknowable to me 
And I think of you

I imagine you seaside or hillside or somewhere else,
Wherever the wind could blow in your hair and the sun could shine on your face 
I think of your fingers touching the grass with such care that I wish it was me 
I think of the way you spoke
Like a gentle rain, and like a forest fire, and like every poem I wish I'd written 
Mostly I think about your smile 
A careful smile, like you weren't sure what it said about me 
To me, it just meant you were happy
But really you only glad I didn't know the truth 

Every time I visit the beach, I think of you 
And how I could never save you 
I think of how the mystery of the sea intrigued us both 
But you were the one who decided to see it for yourself 
And I know one day I'll follow you there 
I'll wade into the waters of that last unknown 
The destination between time and outside of space 
But until then, I'll think of you.

I'll just think of you