For my sailor

The sea.
Is your world.
While I stay behind and look at the ocean.
I understand why I made the decision.
I don’t understand your world.
It’s not mine to life.

So friend we became.
It’s been a while now since we are friends.
And I sill hate the summer.
The summer takes 2 months.
But it feels like a year.

I think of you when I hear the sea.
I miss you when I know the summer is coming.
Even though you’re sitting next to me.

Don’t worry about me.
Just let the sea, your world, take you home safely.