They rise like tides in the ocean of my mind, wild, unrelenting, pulsing with the memory of you. Each one burns through me, like calories I never meant to spend I’ve eaten dinner, but the more I think of you, the hungrier my soul becomes. The room is dark, a soft breeze sneaks under this warm blanket, and the fan hums a lullaby meant for someone who knows how to rest. You see, all day I stay focused, let labor distract me from the ache.