Ache

(a poem)

The day breaks, 

I should get up. 

Simmering expectations float and bob in the sea of consciousness that is me. 

I am the sea. 

The tide rolls in, 

The tide rolls out,

Leaving precious and unimaginable treasures upon my sandy beaches.

Here a memory, 

There a forgotten face, 

What’s this?

An idea of love I once had.

I walk on leaving them all behind, 

The sea will reclaim them all, 

Or it won’t.