Ebbs & Flows

Relationships growing
Ebbing
Flowing
Like the rhythms of the tides.

Stronger now
Now a little weaker
Distance marking,
a change of time

Some little hurt given,
Not so little felt.
Questions why
that have no reply.

Relationships growing.
Ebbing
Flowing
Into pools of time.

Some were shallow
Lightly passed.
Some deeper that hurt
right to the heart.

Why? Oh why were those words spoken?
That WhatsApp written and sent?
For one it was just for laughter
For the other it cut through.
Like a dagger.

Relationships growing
Ebbing
Flowing
Like the rhythms of the tides.

At some moment it will be over.
No more!
Enough!
A final wavelet that can no longer pass

Then the tide will move backwards
Low
Receding
Stopping only at pitch dark.