The Ocean in Poetry From Me

with every day that passes
i begin to miss it more
i miss the way there
a family packed in a car
the wind in my hair
my hand out the window
from where i sit in my seat
my feet on the dash
bobbing to the beat
i wear my hair up
as the sun beams down
i stare out the window
my head in the clouds

with every day that passes
I begin to miss it more
I miss the way when i’m there
I only want more
I run across the sidewalk
to get to the sand
when i finally make it
the breeze brushes my hand
I taste the salt in the air
as the seagulls fly by
I let out a sigh
because I’ve finally made it
as the water reaches my thigh
I am diving in
and before you know it
I am one with the ocean
and I am the only one that knows it