You keep coming back.
Every year you leave, every year you return.
It keeps coming back.
Still searching, still figuring out
how to answer that call. 
A familiar ache. 
Infinite versions of yourself
washing up on the shore. 
Here as an observer. Selfish, maybe. 
Desperate to understand.
I'll explain later.
Moving between places,
watching, waiting, wondering.
It's almost time. 
Extend the stay.