Goodbye, Ocean

(For PPX)
D wrote a suicide note he forgot to send.
The sleeping pills, which didn't initially, finally worked.
When he woke up the next day, feeling like he didn't sleep at all, like he'd been on a ship that rocked all night, he couldn't find the note he'd written.
'Did you read the note I wrote last night?' he asked M.
'Note? What note?' M replied, quite casually, like he was peeling a grape.
'The note I wrote way past my bedtime. It was a goodbye note, not that it matters to you, just a matter of closure, you know, for my much diminished self,' D said, feeling a lot like the time he lost a scrapbook, at 22, of carefully collected pictures of oceans and mermaids and mermen. Bits and wisps of ideas of waves and scales and corals.
'Anyway, goodbye.
'Goodbye, and take care of yourself', that's what the note said.
'Not to call me ever,
'Not to respond in any way,
'Treasure what's valuable,
'Don't think anything is forever...'

There I said it, so goodbye ocean.