The air smells like you today,
crisp and salty, fresh off the ocean,
and it makes me remember the days
when the cool sand squished beneath our toes.
I can’t remember those days though,
when we were young,
the sky was clearer,
and the sand squished beneath our toes.
I can’t remember those days though
because the skies are greyer now,
and the ocean waves are rising to take away
that sand that squished beneath our toes.
And now the storms are moving in stronger
and the waves pull you in deeper,
and I have to remember to cling to that feeling of
the sand that squished beneath our toes.
I have to remember
those sunny days though
to get through those stormy days
when the air smells like you.