Remember the Day

Photo by Krišjānis Kazaks on Unsplash

I remember the day I watched you swim,
hair, wet and slicked back over your head,
and the smile that played over your lips,
the look of excitement in your eyes,
dark as the ocean’s depths.

And even now, I can feel the wetness of that day,
even the sea remembers you, by the space you left
when you stepped onto the sand to be with me,
the towel, soft, in my hands as I dried you,
holding you close and giving you my warmth.

©️ Emma Steel