Washed

In the tumult of emotions
All senses are lost
In the sea of misty grey.
Nothing is constant here.
In this realm, feelings
Eddy around the heart
Ripples that sting and bruise
Sour acid regurgitated
The foul taste of loss.
Loss of the intangible
The immaterial
The irreplaceable.

You.

Things always clash here.
Nothing is sound.
We are all the same:
The like poles of two magnets.
Both missing one other...
The pole that keeps us
Together as one.
Without it I am empty
A ghost of myself
A mere image.

The roaring, changing tides
Wear me out, grain by grain.
The feelings I live by
Lost beneath the sand
Where the bottom feeders
Feast upon the remains
Until nothing is left
But the musical tragedy
Played out by the
Omnipresent waves.