TIDAL

It comes and goes-
This missing you,
In varying degrees.
Hurried moments,
I can sometimes bear you absence
As forgetful urgency needs.
But like as not I languish
For the words you quiet say,
All shivery blue
And aquamarine,
In the tiny, tidal space
That is the tender moment in between.
I miss you most in the everyday
When hours without you
Turn quick-slow into days
And just the reminder of your scent
Reduces me, weak and wanting,
In such sweet and wretched ways.

---Sarah Seaman
Sarra21@hotmail.com