Lovers Past
Photo by Vincent Branciforti on Unsplash
The waves of the sea
Speak to me,
Like lovers past.
Some were storms,
Some high tides,
Some still at outlying mast.
Some that promised
To be a hurricane,
Fell short and ebbed,
Ere they came.
I tarry now at
The shore, as a new
Squall appears afore.