He is the screaming wave of a tsunami
absorbed into pavement,
the salt water seeping into the cracks of my skin,
begging for praise
longing for love
not realizing it is causing harm
but once a second tidal wave is born
and takes control of the initial parade of chaos
that is when the water will subside
yet the landscape is left
destroyed
a place once filled with love
stripped of its natural image
and I have no remorse
for the pain of the waves.