I still feel you like waves of nostalgia;
the undertow of memories tugging at my shins,
beckoning me to wade into the familiar.
I revel in the numbing coldness of the water,
it inches up my legs--
I know when to step out.

Long nights with the wrong one,
almost phone calls to your voice;
The cold holds me steadfast.
I'm wary of a deep breath.

My lips quiver on sharpened words,
irony berates me, pulls me, tries to drown me.
I am the cold water, the unforgiving;
I beg them not to wade in searching.

I collapse into myself--
We are lost at sea.

I can feel you like waves.