What if I did not have this phone? Would I have so longingly stared into my empty spaces just as well? There are times when the noise of your silences, deafen me with its roar. It's almost as if an Ocean has come visiting a sea. I am home, and my home is missing me. I write, but my words are not me. I try to force meanings into memories, but my memories, they deceive me.
How much of me over the years, have you taken away from me. And how I wish you would take away, the little that remains as well.
This ocean so desperately longs for its sea.