I am living by the ocean,
waiting for you to wash up with the waves.
Hours stretch and yawn like a tabby cat
lazily flicking its tail to the drum of a
grandfather clock.

Has time forgotten me?
Has it left me abandoned?

Crossing days off the calendar seems almost
inconsequential.
But, the moon still rises and sets
tending to the tides like a mother.

Missing you comes in waves,
The stillness of a pond crescendoing
to crash against the shore.