an early morning on the beach

it was 6:30 AM on a tuesday,

she sat on the sand

and watched the waves.

she was breathing with them,

in and out.

she felt better and worse all at once.

she thought about how love is like the waves;

how they’re always coming and going,

mostly salty but somehow sweet.

she could dip her toe in

or she could play like a child,

chasing the water as it came up onto the sand.

she knew she’d never go all the way in.

she shivered at the thought of diving headfirst.

she could drown in there.

love was the same way.