I left my soul at the sea

I left my soul,

back on the rocky shores
Of that ocean,

for it did not will itself to go.

Attached itself to the grainy sand
and jagged rocks,
With no reason to turn and go back home.

But I sit here in the city,
With a gaping hole in my heart and mind,

longing for that salt air breeze and that cacophony of birds,
That silver water line and those rocky shores.

Most of all for that soul,
Stolen by the sea that I shall see no more.