A Break in the storm

I look out today,

There is a murmuring,

Whispers in the waves.

From nothing, they begin,

Growing, spiraling,

Joining and separating.

Together again, 

To flow but a moment.

Creeping in, growing out,

Pushing, pulling,

Birth of another wave.

 

The tide grasps hold

To pull from me 

Each wave of hope.

Ripping from my fingers

That which I never held.

And as I sit here and mourn

Imaginary losses,

The murmurations 

Turn to me and stop,

As simple witness

To these sorrows.

This is my comfort.

 

The water starts 

To dance again.

The tides rise on 

The returning storm.

And as it does 

nothing changes,

For I still miss you.

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