When a wave returns to the sea

How does it return to you and me?

I stand on the edge of the water at Skagen Denmark.

Where the Baltic sea and the North Sea meet. 

The two seas, so different,

 one current comes from the North, and one from the South, meeting perfectly in the middle of it all

 They only touch each other briefly, 

but in such a triumphant way that I couldn’t look away

The waves move away from each other, 

the waters from the North return to its home, and the water from the Baltic moves South again

as another wave forms behind it

When a wave returns to the sea

How does it return to you and me?

I help my friend carry her belongings to the final bus station

Flixbus: Czech Republic

This is the stop.

I looked into her eyes and helped her carry the last of her luggage on the big bus

We embraced each other, not quite sure when we will see one another again.

The bus driver signals that it’s time to let go

our final embraces are exchanged

I watch her step on the bus,

Tears falling as the bus doors swiftly close

And the bus pulls away

Becoming smaller and smaller in the distance

When a wave returns to the sea

How does it return to you and me?

There’s a place near my dorm, skjoldhoj kollegiet, called Skjoldhoj reuse.

People drop off their things here they can’t take with them as they return to their home countries, and then leave them for the next person who needs them

I see more and more pillows, duvet covers, and belongings of the people I live so close to 

Purchased in the early days, decorations used to make the bare rooms home for a while

Remements of a short lifetime, all built in six months

When a wave returns to the sea

How does it return to you and me?

I guess we will see

in 2023

(when a wave returns to the sea

love remains)