I keep thinking about how it feels when you’re close; that’s the thing I’m most looking forward to.
Land is gone, and all I see is water meeting sky.
Out here there's nothing to look at but the thoughts I keep of you.
Rocked by the waves, I find myself wishing you were close enough to hold.
I count the hours the way the ocean counts its tides, slow and certain.
Nothing out here is as steady as the way you stay with me.