Come hell or high water, here, I know I’ll find you. Beside the rushing sea with your heart strings commanding the rip tide. You’re coming through the long forgotten waves. An image of pallor and sadness silhouetted against the current. A darkness pressed between the raging blue and white. The waves crash around you threatening to break and bend. In an instant you could be swallowed whole, never to be heard from again. But like the waves you’re strong and fierce. I can see you just as you see me. Always falling back together, though broken, we may be.