The pain comes in waves.
Like the ocean shore.
Sweeping across me.
Like water to sand.
This is an autumn night.
Not a lovely sight.
It is cold on the outside.
Inside myself is the warmth you provide.
I don't want to leave.
You know I can't stay.
But I'm sure you can see.
It has to be this way.
I will return.
Will I be the same?.
Will your feeling still remain?.
As sure as night turns into day.
We will find a way.