Poetry Erosion

[Barbedwirebunny]

Erosion

Missing you came in waves.
Like the ebb of the rising tide,
it crept up on me.
Gently at first,
kissing and caressing the sand at my feet.
Then, more sharply, it rose.
The cold water cutting away
Any traces of warmth
you left behind,
leaving me shaking and disoriented.
By the time I realized
what was happening, that I was drowning,
it was already too late.
You were gone, and no amount
of saltwater could
save us.