Worn

I had these thoughts. It felt like 10 years away. Somewhere there is salt air and we can hear waves crashing against the rocks; settling on to the beach. I saw myself, but it was an entirely different life. A life vastly opposite of my current one. Someone was with me. I don’t know who she was, but she was by my side. Smiles peeking out from behind a counter or even some type of kitchen. Pointing at people I have been close to. A dim street light outside of the structure I am inside. Worn jeans and a navy or blue worn sweatshirt emblazoned with the logo of some oyster house or watering hole; a gift from a friend. I don’t hear crickets any more. I hear the forever lapping current of the waves under the dock and I feel a sense of calm. I am finally thinking that another life is out there. A more calm adventure. An ocean that protects my peace. And her, that I long to love.