I feel like,
how the beach would feel,
when it is left alone by the withdrawing tides.
The cracks that they left on the beach,
damp off contact;
empty of presence;
slowly turn into hard, prickly chasms,
on the sandy surface of the beach,
patiently awaits the return of the tides.
You are like the waves to my shore,
I await for your tides,
to come back home.
Here.