traces

1.

in a harrowing order
the wave washes over
the sands, and with it
every trace of us
and we traced over
and over again
we take on the waves
but we are nothing
compared to the mighty sea
our trace fades
in nothingness we cry
in our very tears
we drown

2.

even in your absence
i find myself thinking of you
dreaming of you
i'm afraid of saying things
knowing how words can hurt
how i try so hard
to make you happy;
to say the right things
i find myself writing silly unstructured poems
leaving notes and messages while you were asleep
i want to tell the world that i love you
hoping you would know that i really do
and i will say them so much more when i am with you
god can't imagine
how much those three words are said
when i am with you