You crashed into me like a wave,

Leaving me to stand unstable,

Wobbling on my feet,

Trying hard not to fall.

Missing you is like the waves,

They kept pulling me back,

Makes my heart waver,

Either to stay, or to turn.

I know. That's life.

Either you move on, or stuck in the past.

Either you fall, or you stand strong.

Which to choose?

That would be a stupid question.