I waved goodbye,

Sitting atop the boxes you’d left behind,

Watching as you pulled from my driveway.

Gravity came in waves,

Drowning me in relief, guilt, and sorrow.

I felt the moon yanked from the sky.

I stepped into fresh air,

But even the air seemed eager to swallow me.

I touched skin,

And saw unfamiliar faces wash over me in waves.

Then you appeared.

I tried to wave you off,

But you would not go—

A shell, carried back to shore.

You brushed the waves from my eyes,

Tucking them behind my ear.

We sat on a balcony in Florida,

Watching the waves kiss the shore

Then pull away,

Only to embrace once more.

And like the shore,

I could not escape you.