By every strike as you enter,
there comes the withdraw, when you leave,
when I think that you might be gone forever.
I doubt oceans and shores
feel this joy and abandonation
both lasting just seconds,
every time a wave comes and goes.
“What the fuck,” they would think,
“this will go on forever, in this pace,
higher ashore and then back,
that’s the law of the tide,”
but they don’t know you.
I want to hold you inside
just in case.
the codeïne made me write this… 😉