Waves

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Missing someone is like waves.

At times, it’s a slow ebb, creeping along the corners.

Other times, it’s like a gust of wind, waiting to slap you in the face.

Like waves, it slowly creeps in, back and forth until it reveals raw, untethered longing…

Sometimes, the pain is a mere sting, a pang of a missed moment.

Other times, it’s a heart stopping, pace halting jolt of the heart…

How do you express missing a part of yourself?

How do you function when there is a void?

Will the tide come in and return the lost pieces, will it soothe and heal?

Does it smooth out around the edges and make the sting less painful?

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Or does the tide just continue to take more parts of what’s missing?

Slowly…crash in…crash out…

Until they become nothing but a memory…

Until you feel the pain, but can’t remember why…

Does the distance really make the heart fonder?

Or simply make the heart more resilient?

-June 2018- R1

2 Comments

  1. Valeria

    Wow, this poem hit me in several places. I’m the queen of missing people and I can’t tell what my heart’s true reaction is: resilience or more fond… what I’m for sure of though is the pain… I love the imagery used here, “missing someone is like waves..”beautiful job..

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