Missing people comes in like the tide-
Sometimes, it's so far out that if
I stand far enough away on the shore,
There's no way it can even touch me.

Other times, it's so high that
No matter how many times I step back,
The tide follows and gets closer and closer
Until it swallows my ankles, sending my feet to sink in the sand.

You're far out like a low tide,
Seemingly blending with the horizon-
You're only a sunset fading
Away into the night sky.

Missing you is high tide,
Like the waves engulfing every inch
Of the shore, the same way missing you
Engulfs my heart sometimes.