The waves of missing you come steadily as ocean waves against the shore, every few heartbeats one belongs to you.
4,000 kilometres away and I still feel it.
“Happy birthday…”
And my heart bleeds again, always for you.
Crying between palm trees, turning thirty.
A decade apart and still we repeat the saga and maintain the tether.
Some part of us needs these waves.
I wish the ocean would keep its own salt water; it can take it off my face,
And that waves were only for water.
Hope this finds you well,
-L
Sight Unseen 