Guilt.

I wish I had jumped into the ocean after you instead of turning for colder climes, I feel like I could have saved a small bit of something that I abandoned
And truth be told I wanted to see that swirling green pool above me and that small perspective and understand our insignificance.
By the ocean can only pour from the blue of me that nearly matches you.
Don't worry about the burning in your eyes, you need to get some salt in those wounded portals every once in a while, but I'll be there to lick to sea from your cracked lips and tangle my arms in the weeds around yours and pretend like it's not too late to keep you warm.