washed up

I counted each day until you were here

strumming each day till you’d reappear

waiting through nights thick with reproach

know my dear knight that I missed you most

forgiving this time lost without you

minutes wash up on shores bleeding blue

I wait on the edge of soft solid sand

I wait for your grasp gripping my hand

lonely I’ll be when oceans divide

together is where we ought to reside

so please drag me under

these waves of your love

and I’ll mumble a song

to those listening above