Tag: Spring

longing

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.