Everything to Come

The ocean cannot be kind, can only be cold and endless, stretching out past where your vision falters, begins blurring the line that divides heaven and earth until there is only blue in grades, shades, the veil of the world seemingly disappearing, as it does, the way you know it has, and will continue to do. The memory of what is beyond the horizon pulls at the beat of your heart, sinks in your blood with a heaviness you have grown to be familiar with. You can't imagine how it must be, then, for him.