The Wave - original photography and writing by @mariandavp

Tomorrow I’ll get over it, I promise.

But today on my tears I will float.

I was frozen, now I am a volcano.

Oh Lord, love is not a blessing.

It seems like yesterday when I wasn’t taller than your knees.

I remember this, because I always hugged your legs every evening when you came back home.

Just like our dog does every night I return from work, and you turn to us from your favorite couch and smile.

No, I meant when you turned to us and smiled.

Now your seat on the couch is empty, just like my chest is.

Vowels are echoing within me as I breathe out.

They told me time heals everything. But what’s left to heal?

I don’t feel anything.

A wave took everything.