The waves come with no warning.
They come at night.
They come at 2:30 in the afternoon on bright and sunny days.
I can't tell where or when they'll hit.
I can't tell how big each wave is, but I pray to God that the biggest one has passed.
Then the next night when everyone has gone to bed I pray that the biggest one has passed.
Then the next night when my world is falling apart all over again I pray that the biggest one has passed.
It hits me when I'm talking to the boy I care for.
It hits me when I'm at church deciding to turn my life around.
It hits me when I'm at school and I see her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her or her.
It hits me when I'm grocery shopping with my dad.
It hits me when I'm looking at the sunset.
It hits me when I'm running.
When will it wash the pain away?
