Poem: a home without the sea

I smell salt on our chips

But I can't see the sea

Just the still water river

Against a small wooden quay

But I don't need the ocean

To feel like I'm home

Because I feel it with you

Wherever we roam



I feel the cold on my face

But theres no ocean breeze

No angry tidal torrents

That shake branches with ease

But I don't need the winds

To feel a rush run through me

Because being with you

Makes me feel so free



I look up to see blackness

No bright dots amongst the night

Only battered old lampposts

Give us any light

But I don't need constellations

To guide my way

Because 4 years ago I found you

And with you I'd like to stay



There are many things I miss

And many things I love

From the deep sea below

To the stars high above

But I don't mind seeing them gone

As long as my view

Involves eating chips by the river

Sat right next to you