The sea

I am looking at the sea, remembering that bit of sea I could see from your window.
This is a different sea, calm, blue, crystal clear. The calm sea of Cyprus.

Your tiny bit of sea was raging with high waves breaking near the path.
Like your soul, the sea was getting angry without knowing at what. There was no reason, but souls and seas do not understand reasons. They just rage or stay calm.

The beach is empty, I am alone, sitting in the sand and looking at the sea. It is cold, not only outside. I feel the cold inside. I feel cold because your arms are not around me. They will not be around me anymore. I lost you.

Like a wave you came and like that same wave you left.

Anna Maria