Crysteline tide

You call it love, but it is older than love. Like two ancient tides— after endless light-years of darkness— recognizing each other once more. Now, every wave still bears the trace of your kiss. Every dawn arrives with wounded light. And I still cross this abandoned underwater city, carrying your crystalline tide within me. Traversing sunken streets, silent clocks, and whitewashed doors— You no longer exist as a name, but as a silent flow forming an ocean within me. Like a tide reaching the deepest bones, yet still undecided about the direction of its return. ....Like the sea... ...remembering the sea ...Like the sea... ...remembering the sea