Seaside Memories

when I miss him most I walk to the beach the memories are always clearer there on the sun-warmed sand where the wind's fingers play in my hair and I can allow myself to remember love had been so like the sea and its waves but waves of thunderous heartbeats uncontrollable as an undertow and we, just as powerless in its grip each crest higher than the last building to a final peak then slowly down again the rolling currents teasing our own bodies home to neap tide our passion also spent now I welcome low tide shadows not those on sand but here inside a memory.