You come again...

Sometimes you come,
unconsciously,
You come again,
unwittingly...

It's a scent in the air,
or a piece of a song,
or a random gesture,
or the expression of a face
that makes you present in a spot
that savors of you, of us.

You come back and stay for a while...

Your memory is a blade in the soul,
which strikes, suddenly,
It stabs me in the back,
as only the worst enemy would do.

It's a blade that plunges into the soul,
which tears me to shreds.
It just plunges, regardless of the pain.
strikes, hurts... plunges again.

Whenever you return,
your memory rages
and the tide carries and breaks me
against the rocks...

...until the clouds make way to the sun,
the sea dies down
and the rhythmic sound of the waves
comes again

written by ganuz