Ascent

I miss you like the rain must miss the sea. Like moisture that got removed from the body and travelled upward to form a cloud. The cloud drifted slowly away and all I could do was watch until it was out of sight.

The cloud joined other clouds and turned the sky grey. Eventually it became a storm. The sky flashed in the distance.

I knew the rain was coming down, back to the body. To be whole again. I also knew that the next storm was coming, and you’d be gone.

I miss you like the rain must miss the sea. Do you miss me?