The Rock and the Wave

It’s war when we meet
Then you retreat
Foaming and fuming
Swirling and fluming
And I’m left
Bereft again.
I’m hunkered down
While you roar and pound
It’s war when we meet
But when you retreat
I miss the salt of your tears.
 

© Myo Myint Swe. By arrangement with the estate of the author. Translation © 2012 by Lyn Swe Aye. All rights reserved.