When I am alone
it swirls inside of me
and I feel its ebb
as if something has been
taken from me
and I yearn
wanting to chase you
back to the sea
and sigh
at the burn of the salt
and the blue
of the sky
that I can only see
as I dive deeper
and yet -
the farther I go
the faster I realize
you are
unreachable
and only the tides
will bring you back.
Separation is so hard. The miles of sea seem to hold a constant reminder/ connection to that what is gone.
I like the form you've chosen. It helps with the trailing thoughts of loss.
