Ebbing

       

I longed for you once
like the shore thirsts for the sea.
Sitting here now, while you sip your tea
and I complain that Barthes is far too difficult,
I realise I’ve been watching the tide slowly

recede – only without the certainty 

that it will turn again.

Published in Moodswing

http://www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/index.asp?id=119