Pinch

 
Pinch me and pinch me so that liquid salt
streams down my cheeks so that I might
scream with delight!

I think of her often but I am no longer a
slave to misplaced emotion.
I am thinking of her now and all the nice
morning and evening chats and how she’d
tell me to go to bed when it was 3am my
time.  

I Feel a pinch of emotion.  Not like
the overwhelming tidal wave days ago.
I am either in the eye of the typhoon
or the storm is nearly over.

I not going to miss the flood;
I am however, going to miss
the mud.