Waves

At the end of all the bitterness and resentment,

There lies an endless sea of grief,

And a torturous barrage of questions.

You question every word and every action,

You wonder what was a lie and why you ever believed them,

You question the love.

Confusion and chaos,

Misery and grief,

Tears and dread.

But, once the heat cools, what lies beyond?

Does forgiveness hurt more than hate?

Is missing you easier than resenting you?

Alas, hate exhausts,

And indifference feels heartless,

I would like to have a heart; after all, I am human.

What’s left is the endless sea of grief,

The questions linger, haunt and torment,

But I pray that one day, I get to ask them.

I think of calling you, I know you’ll pick up.

Even after all the knives pointed, I know you’ll pick up.

So, I don’t call, lest my knife prick you again.

I’m waiting for you at the shore,

The sound of waves, my companion.