You think "beach" and you think summer, swimming, and salty air and hair,
but the ocean doesn't disappear in the dead of winter.
It lies dormant; empty, but its heart still beats.
Do not think that things stop living because you're not around
to witness the magic and the growth.
You leave, you stay safe in your fence, and things
live and wish and grow without you.
You ignore me, belittle me, and stop talking to me
and I live and wish and grow without you.
