when I miss him most <br />I walk to the beach <br />the memories are always clearer there <br />on the sun-warmed sand <br />where the wind's fingers play in my hair <br />and I can allow myself to remember <br /> <br />love had been <br />so like the sea and its waves <br />but waves of thunderous heartbeats <br />uncontrollable as an undertow <br />and we, just as powerless in its grip <br /> <br />each crest higher than the last <br />building to a final peak <br />then slowly down again <br />the rolling currents teasing <br />our own bodies home <br />to neap tide <br />our passion also spent <br /> <br />now I welcome low tide shadows <br />not those on sand <br />but here inside a memory.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seaside-memories-2/
