Waves pause;
take note of the wind.
I connect the dots
like seashells that led
to your exit.
I still feel you
in subtle coincidences;
hear my name
each time I weep
for you.
When you left,
so did the color of my sky
leaving only outlines
of a once blinding sun
and a bursting,
blush of a moon.
Your heart skips beats
in -my- chest, now,
and these waves,
hushed and tame
wait, like me,
for your return.