I'm standing on a cliff by the ocean,
except this is a field next to the graveyard
where I'm realizing now that not all waves
are made by the sea.

I sink myself beneath the wind
in this tall grass that's ebbing and flowing
to see if it might help me think of everything
that made me love you.
but I can't drown in these kinds of waves,
just like I can't remember a love
made out of pieces of something.

high ocean cliffs and fields next to cemeteries
are not the same,
and I'm starting to see that maybe I didn't
love you based on different parts
of what I thought you were.
because as slowly as I understood that
waves don't exist in just one place,
I'm thinking it's possible that I just loved you
in more than a single way.

a.d.