Waves

It comes as this
a longing
a memory 
short 
infinitesimal 
a use to 
could have 
almost 

it is jealousy 
and hate 
it is fear 
of being lonely 
it is the breath 
without air 
it is me loving 
what I know could be 

it is simply this… 
me missing you 
it will not 
change 
not given 
millennia 

it will come 
as this 
waves 
of hopelessness