Stone and Sea
You pull away again,
and leave me to the sand,
stripped, rooted, waiting
on you to roll in again.
And again, you will,
to smooth over the edges,
soften my jagged, hard feelings
with your wanting,
weathering waves.
Because you simply
can, because I will remain
constant, still, unyielding.
Because I am
but a stone
for the tides to crash upon.
Yet you,
in all your distance, you,
in the deepening dusk,
in the scattered embers
of our fire turned by you,
I see you, clear.
And before you rise again
to wash the view,
I will look at you,
a mere surface,
reflecting the light’s descent.
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