Those Faithful Waves

I’ve begun to notice,

The way that you treat me.

As if I am an unconditional,

And increasingly vast,

Ocean of love.

An undrainable source,

That will always,

Continue to lap at your shore.

Like a dog,

Who loves the hand that strikes.

For no matter how you may,

Hit those waves,

They will only momentarily roll out,

Before calmly, quietly sliding back to your feet.

But unlike those faithful waves,

Now I will draw back.

As I should have drawn back,

Many strikes ago.

And unlike those faithful waves,

I will learn.

And eventually, unlike those faithful waves,

I will not return.