Do the Waves Remember You?

The illusive feeling of the cold brushes against my hand

A lingering feeling, one with a heart

The wave traveled with me as my body drifted deeper and deeper, and the feeling remains.

This thrilling Deja Vu is a feeling to some that stays unknown

Another wave, another brush

The ocean hugs my legs and softly hums against my fingers

My own friend, I tell myself

The board supports my weight as I feel my body move up and down against the water

An unspoken bond forms between the board, the water, and I feel my body rise

A larger force meets me halfway

Within seconds, everything merges into one, silence

The wave crashes on top of me, and I lie on my board looking up

Sunbeams and clouds find my line of sight and I sink, relaxed

Another wave approaches and I repeat the process

The creatures of the sea and the fish in their homes look up at me as if I am a friend, I remind myself

That friends are just memories and within memories lie nothing

Who am I to not remember the Ocean?

Why do I ignore something that holds me close when I visit, something that offers me joy?

Who am I to deprive the ocean of a friend, more so, a memory of mine?

If I ask you something, will you answer?

I want to know: do the waves remember you?

ByAnsleyGarvin