All the letters I should have sent

ocean waves

today,
I woke up to the sound of the waves instead of your voice.
a cup of cappuccino has kept me warm
and not the warmth of your arms.

my days are not full of your butterfly smiles anymore but please know
that my sky is still blue
and my sunsets are still lovely.
It's been a while since i saw the orange-streaked horizon
compliment your irises.
or your hair dance like ocean waves. and how your love used to make me crave for more like coffee stains in my lips.

you used to be my favorite soul,
and my love, you still are.
you're a metaphor of all things beautiful.
of all things worthwhile.
of all things I've loved.
and of all things I've lost.

— c.a