The salt spray whips through my hair as I grow closer, closer, closer
The land becomes one with the horizon as I move further, further, further
The sea calls me like an old friend calling the landline in your childhood home because they thought of you and that is the first number they remembered
So click, click, click, ring, ring, ring… we’re connected, the sea and me
It remembers my number, it remembers how to call me, where to find me
And it knows that I will answer every time
Abby's Creative Writing Workshop 