That feeling of wanting
Anybody
To call or contact you
It is every bit
As lonely and desolate
As the North Sea
Is portrayed to be

A fresh wind blows
With the independence
Of your children
With the knowledge
They can navigate
Their own wide seas

With the wind
Comes the tide
The slow comings and goings
Of everyday life
Carving out the hollow
I feel inside
The once mountain
Standing against the sea
Growing empty
And well worn.