Waves

We're broken, perhaps lying on the shore,
or maybe we're still somewhere floating
amidst the flotsam and jetsam and driftwood
left over from the ship we sank together.
Either way, the tide has pulled us apart
and yet, for some strange reason, we appear
to keep attempting to catch one another
as each waves crests. But while we're both
floundering somewhere between home
and heartache, miles have sprouted and
the waters have darkened, and the storms
on the horizon suggest that the fight
is not yet over, and while we will never
find each other, I hope you find a way to solid
land again.