I would give you the sea.

Trains are pounding in my chest, in intervals
Allowing lungfuls of breeze to touch the sea
Whenever I gasp.

There is no means to call, to you.
The maps are full of places I don't know
There is far too much salty blue, than any other colour.

So, when you remember my face, know,
I would give you this sea, to hold
Spill its stillness, its refusal to rage
Its awareness of how empty the flowers have become.

I would, if you attached yourself to me, affectionately.