When the Waves Come Crashing Down

A Poem by Cora Windover

I miss the way things were.
Which things?
Who can say.
I miss his romanticism.
I miss her emotion.
I miss his physicality.
I miss her quiet affirmation in the dark.
I miss her possessiveness.
I miss her reality.
I miss her eyes.
Looking back, looking back,
But what's there to look forward to?
The lines are going, going,
When they're gone, who are these people?
What of the people close to me,
Do they know that they're close to me,
Inside that casket,
A basket of crystal hearts.
Gold for the first love,
Dark pink and broken.
Pale blue for his love,
Green for lost emotions.
Red for fire.
Purple for my lover,
And dark blue for my heart.
The colors here,
The colors never ending
My heart is heavy
Weighted down with this emotion
Does love ever stop flowing?
I miss the things he did for me,
I miss how she made me feel,
I miss his little oddities,
I miss her touching me.
I miss her quiet confidence
And when the nights are long,
I miss the way I melted
When she launched into a song.
But where does love go,
And what defines it,
I want to love you,
I want to find it.
And so far I don't miss you,
For you've never let me down,
Spring green,
I'll add you to the pile
Of lovers I remember
That have made my life worthwhile.
Maybe some of them are secret,
Maybe some are still around,
But their names have turned to feelings
And emotions into sounds.
So if you let your waves lap
Against my lonely shore
Who are you?
Does it matter?
Will you stay with me for sure?
But even then it's been so long
I'm starving for the sound
Like water in the desert
Too much could bring me down.
So touch me gently -
Please -
Caress me with your love
Make me stronger,
I'll last longer
When the waves come crashing down.