Flowing Forward

I feel myself finally letting him go.

I feel myself letting you go,
like an ocean tide releasing its grip on the shore receding back into the currents
and the gentle lapping of the water on the beachhead
is a kiss a goodbye.

I feel myself letting you go.
I’ll take a little bit of you with me, of course,
like a pretty shell or some coral
or buried treasure from underneath the sands;
I’ll submerge those bits of you
in a great wave
and I’ll carry you to the sea,
forever with me.

I feel myself letting you go.
Like a great coastline
you’re behind me
while I ebb and flow forward:
I’m a tidal wave, a swell
perhaps a storm surge
looking for new shores
to embrace with my waters.