MISSING by Juliana

Missing Juliana

I miss the cues, the whistles of the beach The sound of the silent ripples and frothy waves crashing down on the damp surface, Covered with sharp shards, razor-edged shells The smooth ones with a bumpy surface, inside you hear the echoes of the sea, Whistling your name I miss the flaming sunburns, the sunscreen applied on your back, covering your arms It flakes, fades from the dark rocky shores filled with seaweed and long kelp of all kinds

I miss the pool, the smell of chlorine fills the air The lane lines flow in the still melody of a song They twist and turn, into dissolving shapes of blues and deep greens Somehow I know it will be okay, someday I dive down to the bottom waiting out the splashes It feels as if in slow motion I go up to the top, in black and white like a cheesy movie

The water hugs me, it congratulates me, warming me in its tight arms

I just miss the loud roars of laughter, instead of the winked lines I miss the eyes curving up after a long smile I long for the hugs that will last for a mile, the friends visiting after a while I see neon pinks and bright yellows, just thinking of you I miss, I do, wanting to be with you