The sea smells like the sea

I stare at the sea and cry,

you aren't there. 

I cry because I smell the water 

but I want your skin. 

And sweat 

your armpit.

Salty

We were once there 

Both staring at the sea, smelling the water. Maybe your eyes still on the horizon, you asked me why I'm cold 

You stated it. 

You are cold, you said. 

I am not cold, I. I am straightforward.  

In silence, I quote Nietzsche in my head:

I can't remember what he says about it