A river of emotion-- wandering
Always. Always going back.
The blue whip of the seas
To the Spratlys.
The blind sting of salt
That felt like fire.
Moments of impact.
A sailing journey.
The big dam of everything
That is not you. A night
In the belly
Of a bluer whale.
Pains that are necessary.
Pains that fortify the past,
The tides and the lesser heart.

This is not like those.
My aching bears no weight;
It is the inner weight itself--
An old anchor, the great shipwreck,
Our first kiss I remind myself of.
Ever hopeful. Ever silent.
Ever love.

Here, I wait for you.
Here.
Still is the pain...
...that love moves.*

© 2014 J.S.P.