Missing you comes over me in waves of emotion.
When the tide is low,
you outline the corners of my mind.
When the tide is high,
I cannot contain all the overwhelming feelings of sadness and nostalgia.
Sometimes i tiptoe along the shore,
until a wave hits me and i'm drowning.
But i dont hold my breath,
because i know it will soon pass,
and the fresh air will hit me once again,
temporarily distracting me of my dismay.
venters
(n.) what the wind or tide drives in from the ocean upon a wave.