Came over
Mynd’s eye
Today as
Tidal Wave.
—-
I, such a
Modest
Lonely isle,
Didn’t
Stand a
Chance.
Didn’t have
Time to even
Get one last
Gasp Of air
Before the
Missing you
Swelled up
In my eyes
And poured
Itself down
My cheeks.
—-
I was just
Trying to
Fill out a
Spreadsheet.
—-
But then,
There Eye was,
Overcome
By the gasping
Breaths of still
Missing you.
—-
I, A mere-maid,
A-salt-watered
By Loch Ness
Monster image
of Your Likeness.
