I will console myself with the ocean,

with the steady, long roll in the whites of its waves.

I will forget you in a sea storm,

in the salty sting on my nose as it swirls and raves.

I will drown in sea gull cries,

with the loudness of sunny beams filtering the days.

I will settle with the sand,

in the crevices of darkly pressing tides, pulling me away.

I will lie down on raging banks,

with bubbles and foam filling all my empty places.

I will breath the salty water,

like the tiny, silver minnow that darts and races.

I will collect myself with the sea shells,

as they wash ashore in mournful gusts and gales.

I will bury you,

as deeply down as the light in the water finally fails.

I will console myself with the ocean.

I will forget how long you've been gone.