A Wave

 

A wave

crashes and spreads.

Leaving nothing in its path,

nothing to save.

 

That’s what you were,

a wave.

You crashed into my life,

and then took control of it.

 

Then you receded

as quickly as you came.

How was I to know,

it was all just a game?

 

One thing that differed

you from a wave,

was you left something

for me to save:

 

The pieces of my broken heart.

I picked up the pieces

and prepared for another

wave.

 

But… who knows?

Maybe this wave

will be captured in a picture

and stay in my life forever.

Reviews

[John Anderson]

This is a very thought-provoking poem