“The Quiet Between Waves”

There’s a hush that lives between waves,

a silence shaped like breathing.

It waits for the moon to remember its pull.

For the tide to return what it borrowed.

I stand at the edge.

Half shadow, half salt.

Listening for a version of myself.

I might still recognize.

The sea doesn’t answer—

It only reflects.

It teaches in echoes.

forgets in rhythm.

And when I finally walk away,

it’s not the ocean I leave behind—

it’s the part of me

that believed silence meant

the end.