First an urge
Not quite a fully formed thought
A longing,
Pulling my subconscious.
All the little holes left by past heartbreaks
Reached out
to be momentarily filled by you.
Willingly you obliged
Drenched in your wholeness
I felt calm and full.
Like the tide,
you eventually rolled back out to the sea.
The next tide will bring a new longing.
The Gap 