I belong where you exist — where the tide folds into itself, washing ashore a string of memories. The water hums with the thoughts you left behind, your faded voice caught in the loud waves. I want to be the coral at the bottom of the sea, beneath the ocean currents, Anchored. but, alive watching the light bend and break above me. I want to be the seagulls above, Watching the water shift and shimmer, circling the surface you once held. The wind carries your name, and I chase it. Yet, even so it drifts farther out each time. The sea does not answer, my call. It only drifts me farther in, creating a pulse that pulls and releases, until I can’t tell where the sea ends. I belong where only You exist, where the sea feels endless, where the silence slices through water, where everything moves towards you.