Cotton foam grips
the shores edge
washing away, but
leaving its mark
upon the damp sand,
gone quickly, but
soon arriving once again
to repeat its
previous motion.
Funny, the relevance.
Some people will forever
remain the same,
just as the tide will
never change.
They will come
only when they need you.
Simply leaving once satisfied.
Certain motions will
always remain the same.