He took me out in the waves,
told me that he could hold me close.
I wanted the impact of water to consume us
and maybe I knew that I’d drift
I got lost when my head came above water without him.
When we were on the sand he held my hand and showed me that the waves would wait..
he told me that they were our waves
That they’d crash for us.
I came up long enough to see him at the shore
the next wave reminds me
loving the water means drowning.
I was convinced we were waiting together under the same sunset of waves.
But now I see that he is waiting on a sunrise of waves
while I’ve been setting with each crash.