Seeing the Sea

I was told to go see the sea
as if it were a place I could go to let go

I had never stood before the sea
yet nothing about it feels unfamiliar

Funny thing, the sea, I mean
always waving, but never getting a wave back
reaching out, clinging to me
like I used to cling to your emptiness

bringing it to my mouth, I taste familiarity
it taught me that salt takes many forms

I was told to go see the sea
I heard you go there to ease your mind, to let go

but every time I feel more bound up than before

the sea always takes from others
but why didn’t it take from me?

I see the sea
I see the sea when my mind starts to wander
it runs down my face, and the taste of salt dies on my lips

I came to the sea to finally let you go
But all I let go was salt I couldn't hold