I sit on the shore waiting to feel your arms around me. Watching as the moon rises over the horizon and still alone. Still needing. So I move towards the wet sand and foam. Where the water licks the earth with the saline scent of tears. And I step in, cautiously at first. The dark cool water causing my skin to dimple and shiver. Then it becomes all too natural a feeling as I move deeper. The ocean rising further around me until just my head breaks the surface. Face to face with the man in the moon, surrounded by the repetitive surf. No beginning and no end, just perpetual undulation. Then slowly and without any fanfare I slip under. Only a short moment of trepidation as a few bubbles escape my nostrils. I sink. Even the full moon doesn’t light a pathway downward. The current draws me outward. And the last thing I feel is the embrace I had desired.