Grief is tidal

I read this posted by someone on Facebook today....

Grief is tidal.

Lost in the depths of despair. 

Plunged under by relentless crashing waves of sadness, gasping, drowning, floundering. 

He is gone, I cannot be left. 

Just when all is lost to the deep, I am washed into a pool of calm. 

Coping. 

Salt sanitised by tears. 

Only to be caught and sucked out by the strong relentless current of memories.
Fingers of feelings pulling me down.
Back into the depths.

And so it goes, circular. 

Until I learn to swim, swimming makes me stronger, to become one with the water. 

The memories of you. 

Moving with the squalls. 

Until one day I know I will reach my depth. 

Stand on the shore and watch our love vanish over the horizon to the next place - leaving only your salt stain in my story. 

Gone too soon. 

Like so many broken shells make the sand on which I stand.

Goodbye my dearest.
I am yet learning to swim.