A CARIBBEAN GETAWAY
I took a dip into fantasy
The waves spelt out your name
Like a little Caribbean get away
The memories of you were short
Yet everlasting.
When I think of you
I remember the beach.
Tropical and raw.
Bright and chaotic.
And just like the beach
You gave me peace of mind
And the taste of true freedom.
You were the sun that shone
The one I had come to know.
And our distance was as wide and as wavering
As the ocean that separated us.
Your voice reminded me of palm trees
Sometimes it whispered.
Other times it blew out of control
But it always left tingles.
You were bright
And our times were filled with
Laughter and music,
The smell of food
And the mix of cultures.
Religion practiced and flags appreciated,
Pretty dresses and flowers in my hair,
Button up shirts and leather shoes
Roses given and dances shared.
I wrote our story on text bubbles
Creating our very own latin love story
Which we hoped to one day turn into a reality.
You wrote back.
But the waves washed away the words you had written
And our letters got lost in translation.
Like the sand I imagine to walk on
You were hard to wash away
And soon you left a sloppy mess.
Now you are like a ghost to me.
You stand waiting on the beach,
With the same pearly white smile.
Sometimes I visit you.
In the past with sadness, anger and love
And now I greet you with appreciation and satisfaction.
The breeze that was once filled with excitement and eagerness
Is now filled with teachings and lessons learnt.
We greet each other with love, growth and acceptance
Knowing full well we are both okay.
And just like the beach.
You were merely a short escape
But never my final destination.
-Sara
