“Ebb Tide” by Sharon Rauenzahn
From half across the world, I hear your name.
I do not shiver now, though once I did.
The others seek to tease me, to extort
a blushing laugh, to find what I have hid.
But I hide nothing, now, except the fear
that where I held your name is now a hole
which none but you could ever help me fill;
I know that you have no such meager goal.
And so I smile, and let them keep their play,
and hear your name, like water, ebb away.
December 27, 1990