Ache
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

There is an ache within
This heart of sea,
Stirring the current waywardly.
The moon comes at its will,
The sea exclaims with tide; it won’t sit still.
But the moon still goes,
The pull of the tide doesn’t slow
The eventual parting everyday.
The moon goes away,
Indifferent to the ache’s crying sway.
