Poetry

Sea air

I can smell strawberries from a nearby family's lunch, the air feels sticky and the water crashes violently. it's august and it hasn't felt like any time has passed. It feels like something is missing. I don't know what though. I can smell the salt in the air, I can hear the water crashing, I can feel the sand beneath my feet but something is missing. It's august but it doesn't feel right this august brings corpses with it