The temporary mark written across the sand fighting the crawling waves, pulling and reaching with each hungry grasp. Endemically eroded away, the shoreline begs for someone to scrawl their name or some gigantic heart claiming the day to be exclusively theirs. The familiar sounds, the surf crashes and it’s almost too cold to actually go play. Promise you’ll ignore the undertow and go for a swim. Cut through the surface dive under each wave. Lay on your pillow floating weightless adrift in a different way contrast the sunset way out there our tiny little dot. The news came today you’re lost at sea. The girl we once knew probably fought against every rogue wave. It’s hard to imagine why anyone would go out swimming especially when the beaches had been closed due to storm. Why would anyone trust that water? Especially when everyone she’s ever known has drowned under the weight of that heavy surf. I stand here on the shore too cautious to get too close. I’ll put these words carefully on paper and throw them out in that angry sea. I hope the girl is out there, somewhere, and gets this message in a bottle.