The salt breeze

The salt breeze blew
the sadness back,
to my upturned face
angled as if to the sun.
Memories stroked my skin
gently ruffled my hair
flooded me with fondness
required me to remember.
The warmth
the familiar warmth caressed me.
‘I remember’ it said
and the tears flowed.
‘I remember when you were you
and we floated together.
When you breathed me in
and sweated me out.
When everything quickened your pulse’.