Ebbing Away

Here is another poem from a relationship I thought could stand the test of time. But it didn’t.

After college in 1985, I thought, maybe, just maybe, this time things would work out. Maybe this time, this relationship would be strong enough to endure what relationships throughout the universe face—the challenge of lasting.

Sure enough, it didn’t. The signs were there, flashing before my eyes, confirming that this person was unable to handle me as the human I was. He wanted me for one thing and one thing only. And that was not what I wanted. I wanted to be loved and accepted for myself, not just for my outer appearance.

Sure enough, understanding this was like the sun shining over my shoulder, clear and real. I saw it all crystal clear. It was obvious. This man wasn’t for me. But I came away with my self-respect intact, and with a lovely poem.

EBBING AND FLOWING

Like two ships on a vast sea
Our paths meet

We unite with a very
Special union!

Oh, my darling,
Can you see all the secrets
That we have shared
On this roiling ride?

Ebbing and flowing
With each current
And every tide!

Always with a deep, inner strength
And breath that endures
Its turquoise sea.

What’s more!
My love,
You are the only one for me!