I knew that there was more.
Miles away from the grainy sand, I knew that there was more. Look at all those footprints left behind by all those feet, treading towards more.
There was more, when all we ever saw was a thin blue line, legends promised us that there was a sea, an ocean. We closed our eyes and believed.
There was more, past the enervating heartbreaks, tucked away in marshy pockets of promises made by dreams. There was more.
I thought you would ride the ocean with me. But there was more. I saw you and I realized that you are the ocean. You were more.