Just

On days like this,
When I can taste the ocean
And feel the sand climbing up my bathing suit,
I know.
I know everything.
You are infinite,
Though distant.
I have come to know that comfort is a breeze,
Holding my best friends hand as we walk along the shore,
Inhaling the debris of the East Coast.
The stains are persistant on jeans I havn\'t wore since ignorance.