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Missing you comes in waves.
And not the kind that come up and kiss your toes as you walk along the shore.
But the kind that swallow you whole and show no mercy as you come up,
Struggling,
Gasping for air.Missing you comes in waves.
And just as I come up from its grips,
Lost,
Trying to figure out which direction will take me home,
I get sucked back under.Missing you comes in waves.
And they are constant,
And they are infinite.
And they will leave,
But they will always come back.
(a.k.h.)
pathium