We never went to the sea,

but we dreamed of it;

that was enough

for you and me.

We dreamed at

the aching seashore,

you and me,

of the poems we would write,

to soothe our aching pleas.

The saltwater encased my eyes

in the poems we wrote

and never exchanged.

The crystalline sea

we neither visited nor traversed

was enough

for those such as we.