In and out.
In and out.
I know you are thinking of the "s" word,
and I am thinking of an "f" word.

In and out of people's lives,
like a ghost, albeit a friendly one.
I knew you for a day, maybe a few months
before you deemed me unworthy
or discarded me due to lack of use.

People are people are stories,
so many stories, so many memories.
Thoughts flooding in and out,
in and out.
I always loved the sound of the ocean.

So I will write about you,
and you,
and of course, you.
I will sing songs to the endless moon
of the laughs we shared.
I will meet you again,
and I won't recognise your reincarnation,
but that's okay.
We will start again.